Dreams are weird II

In my last post, I said I need to give my plans for the future (wife, kids, teaching) up to God. The night after posting that, I had a strange dream that seems related--at least, the end of the dream seems related, but more meaning might be gleaned from the telling of all the details I can recall.

The earliest thing in the dream I can remember was gathering bees--don't ask me why--by utilizing a smoker to knock them out, then just putting them in a container. Shortly after that, the task switched to putting snakes into a plastic bag, using the same method as the bees--I don't think this would actually work, let alone the problem of a plastic bag full of snakes. Apparently, I didn't get the snakes fast enough, because whatever they were needed for had started by the time I was done, so I was forced to hold the bag.

As I held it, the bag began to shake violently and grow in size, weakening as it got bigger--I know it was weakening because the snakes were starting to force their fangs through it. When it got to the size of a garbage bag, I dropped it and turned away--a really bad idea when there's a plastic bag full of snakes, but whatever.

When I turned back, the bag was gone, and there was a child there in its place--a 2 or 3 year old boy. He was singing the "I love you" song from Barney in Chinese (at least, he was singing to that tune, and the word "Chinese" was said by someone else in the dream, so I assume that's what he was singing). He began to back away from me, towards the oven. This oven, instead of going to the floor, was open underneath, and the floor opened up to a pit, where the fire that heated the oven was.

I started running towards the kid, screaming "NO NO NO *#%%@&$ IT NO!" I dove, trying to catch this kid as his legs are starting to go over the edge, and he stopped singing, looked directly at me, and said "Yes." Then he dropped down over the edge, and I woke up, drenched in sweat.



Ordinarily, I would have posted this yesterday--the day after the dream--but it was jumbled, and I didn't think of the possible connection to Friday's post until today. The look on the kid's face and the tone of his voice as he said the simple word "Yes" is burned into my mind--very serious, almost angry with me for trying to stop him, with a slight hint of derision. To be completely honest, I'm a little worried about going to sleep tonight, in case this dream--or another one like it--tries to resurface.