July 13, 2007
The Return Of My Snake Nightmares
During 1988-1992 (for most of that time I lived with my parents in Newcastle, CA), I was afflicted by nightmares about snakes. I would have ordinary dreams and then snakes would enter into them and chase me. I could never get away. They would bite me and kill me. And then I’d wake up.
This morning I dreamed that I was back at that home.
I called my friend from high school and asked to borrow his room (where he lived with his parents) to play cards. Then I went over to his house with the wife of a friend from shul and a male buddy. We played cards. Then we each had sex with her (using condoms). Then she asked us for a double penetration. We prepared to do this and then my misgivings overcame me and we left. It was late at night.
When my friend got home, he was ticked off. His room and bed smelt of sex. I had abused his hospitality.
I go over to his place to help him with chores around the house. I help him chop down a tree. He’s mad. "You don’t change," he says. "You pretend you’ve got straight and now you do this to me."
I walk home. On the way, I run into some poisonous snakes. I attack one of them but it fights back and chases me and bites me. Then I wake up.
Fred writes:
INTERPRETATION 1
Surely you are aware that snakes are a phallic symbol.
AFter indulging your lusts, you are being tormented and killed by phallic symbols. This can only mean one thing. You are ravaged by guilt and fear about when you cheated on an algebra test in 7th grade. You must face and embrace your true inner self, meditate, chant, and flagilate yourself like one of those Opus Dei guys.
INTERPRETATION 2
The sex with your female friend and a buddy refers to seven years of plentiful bonking.
The attack by the snakes refers to a seven year dry spell.
This means you should bonk as many strumpets as you can, so you will be in a better condition to face the seven year dry spell. I agree with Rhum that you should start with Bai Ling.
Bob writes: "Who, but Luke, uses condoms in their sex dreams?"
Ken writes: "He forgot to mention that he davens afterwards."
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Thanks for directing us back to the Million Page Dark Swamp that is your earlier life, Luke. You should put a rope of markers in there so that in case we get lost, we can get out alive.
Maybe you’ve noticed that you can’t kill these snakes. You’ll have to try something else. Some bad feelings just keep coming back, so we have to learn how to deal with them. Why not talk to the snakes next time? Ask them who they are, or why they want to kill you.
If it’s shame or regret, sorry, I struggle with them myself. But let me know if you come up with a solution!
So sex is a game to you, eh? Yes, it can (and maybe should be) quite fun, and make you feel younger, but teens are notoriously cruel and heartless. It didn’t end well, played as sport.
And another side of you ends up feeling betrayed. Would any of this have happened in your own home? And why did you have to “pay” for sex by doing chores afterwards? Or was that more fulfilling than the sex?
I am so sad about the tree. You didn’t describe why the tree needed to be felled. But it can’t be good that you killed something strong and beautiful. And that’s when the snakes came…