Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Costa Rica Dream
I had a dream last night that I was in the very southern tip of Costa Rica, in the province of Costa Rica. Somehow I had decided to mess with an extremely venomous green snake, and it had gotten in to my bedroom, and it was sitting on my bed. Even though I didn't want to, I knew I had to tell my stepdad. Even though we were all in Costa Rica, the bedroom that the snake was in was my bedroom from when I was growing up with them. Skip (my stepdad) got a large pair of pliers, and proceeded to go in to my room. I asked him if he was going to kill the snake, feeling extremely guilty at the same time, because I knew that I had been antagonizing the snake, and it really wasn't the snake's fault to begin with. Skip said, "No, I'm going to chop off the venom glands so he can't hurt anyone." As all of this was going on, my mom got home from work (at this point the scene changed to Ohio) and I told my mom that I had been antagonizing a venomous snake and that Skip was in there with pliers trying to get it. He came out and told both of us that he couldn't find the snake anywhere at one point. Scared, I peered in the room very aware that no one would have any rest until the snake was taken care of. I immediately saw the snake under the bin that holds all of my scarves (which is in my room here) and pointed it out to him. I left and went back in to the living room, and very soon after Skip came back out to tell us he had chopped off the venom glands. The strange thing, is that the snake venom began draining out of my big toes for a good several minutes. It was actually painful, but it felt good at the same time. The only other thing I can remember from the dream is that the snake belonged to a family that was keeping it in Costa Rica, because it was their beloved pet, and it was illegal to have it in the U.S. The last thing I can remember in the dream was me looking at a map of Costa Rica and Mexico. In the dream, they bordered each other. I was looking to see what the speed limit laws were.
Posted by Therese Romero at 4:15 AM