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Originally Posted by Midnite  OK firstly,
You have the sweetest avatar image ever.
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Why thank you!
And thanks for responding. In the dreams, I felt uncomfortable handling the snakes, but knew they weren't venomous, so I wasn't afraid of them, or thought they were dangerous. Don't know much about snake species, they kind of appear grey, and have the small head that many non venomous snakes have.
Your relationship interpretation is pretty interesting. What you didn't know is that I was married before, and that person did exactly this:
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This is highly suggestive that the danger you firstly perceived as something small was actually hiding its true colors, and was in fact concealing something much more threatening and somewhat 'alien' to you.
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Then the second part correlates well to my current situation. And yes, I do feel that the events of the last four years left my wife emotionally injured. Unfortunately, she won't let me help with that.
So that was pretty darned good for not knowing my history!
The madness continued last night. I was some kind of soldier in ancient times. I was way out from my city and there was some kind of battle going on. As we started across a field toward the city, our home, whoever the bad guys were started hurling these spear/javelin things at us. And one hit me! I was trying to dodge all of them, then one stuck in my left arm, went through and then through the skin on my left side, effectively pinning my arm to my side! (I am left handed ). I then had to keep fighting and dodging until things subsided. Then I finally stopped and pulled the spear out. It was a thin wooden thing, and the blade was flat and thin, like a bamboo blade would be. It bled and hurt, and it was in pieces, so another soldier had to pull out the other pieces.
I thought I was in pretty bad shape. We went into the town and I went to our doctor. Some old guy in a very primitive looking place. When I got there, I saw people laying out, bandaged up, missing limbs, and I realized that there were people worse off than me, so the doc didn't treat me.
Then while still bleeding, I had to go on some sort of mission, not sure exactly what for, I just remember going through some old ruined stone buildings, fighting some, and having to not use my arm because of the injury. And I knew that I was in this tough army and no one would pity me or cut me any slack. I knew that was hard, but I was OK with it.
Weird, I usually never get a big injury like that in my dreams. That kind of messed me up for awhile. At the end of the dream I finally looked at my wounds and they were already healing, but still. Even when I've been under this kind of stress before, never a big injury in a dream.
I kinda get the symbolism. I was wounded and disabled (my dominant hand out of action) but still had to keep doing my job. Pretty much reprentative of my life over the last year. (Not literally having an injury to my arm) At least I saw the healing at the end, but still, the getting hit with that spear was really traumatic and not my usual thing.
I had some other stuff to, but this post is already long...