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6/17/04
I dreamed that I was to make an offering to one of row of statue icons. They were the symbols of all of the Greek gods, made of terra cotta.

Unglazed, they would absorb liquid offerings. (Wine, milk, that sort of thing. The statues were up on a high shelf which was set into the wall. Nearest to me was the statue of Jupiter, symbolized by a vulture/eagle, and near to him was his daughter Athena. Near to her was Artemis.

I remember thinking that I wished I could make offerings to the mystery goddesses (Aphrodite, Hecate maybe?) down at the other end of the row, but that now logic and control ruled my life, and so I had to make offerings to Jupiter.

Then I saw that Athena (logic) was symbolised by a snake. And I thought maybe I could offer to her, since snakes have that mystery connection and all. But then I was pouring my offering, drip by drip (don't remember what it was) onto the vulture/eagle's head, and watching it absorb.

To reach the icons, I was balanced on top of a stool, on one foot, precariously holding on to the shelf while making the sacrifice with one hand. And I noticed how precarious this was and thought that I musn't fall.

And then I fell, taking the statue of jupiter with me and breaking it. I knelt by the broken statue, trying to put it together with Elmer's glue, which the altar keepers kept by the side of the altar for just that purpose.

At this point, the statue was that of an angel, and it had wings. Or it would have, if it wasn't broken.

6/27/02
There were tiny dinosaurs which were like bugs almost, pesky little things which bit you if you went close. I almost thought they were cute but then I started thinking about finding one in my bed and how unpleasant that would be. The scene changed into my house in new Mexico. There were snakes everywhere. I noticed a big hole in the wall which was allowing dust to blow in.

2/1/01
I was riding a mountain bike along some southwestern trails. I saw a huge curled up rattlesnake in my path. it was too late to avoid it.

2/16/01
I entered a really elaborate bathroom to find a tub of dirty water. I was angry that the water was dirty. am I expected to clean this up?

I thought I was here to take a bath. On either side of the tub there was a big ledge. on it, on either side of the tub was perched an ex roommate and her lover. both glared at me like statues. I then noticed a large beautiful cobra in the middle of the tiled floor. I looked at it, and it hissed, stung me in the arm and sunk in it's fangs. I felt the venom going up my arm.

I was with a couple friends, (don't know them on earth). they were coaxing me to go to Arizona with them. I was excited and we began on a dirt road. I noticed a snake on the side of the road, and then another one appeared a bit further down the road. they told us to follow them as they were going the same direction. we instantly took their lead and began following them, but just as quickly as we starting moving, the whole picture stops and I am the only one there with these two snakes.

it was relayed to me that they were pythons. I stopped to look at the two snakes coming together, but simultaneously I feel soft whiskers on my right cheek and notice that it is a third snake.... but it has whiskers and I am confused. it hangs on my cheek and tickles is soft with it's whiskers, but then moves away from me slightly (only about an inch) to look at me and says in a voice "shhh, Listen". then it tries to cover my eyes and I can no longer see the two snakes, but am struggling to see what they are doing. soon my friend snake, removes it's blinders and lets me watch the other two snakes sparring, and dancing and winding themselves in each other.

Undated
A world of fast movements, crisp effects, illusions made real, and such things. A beautiful work of art: a miniature skyscraper maybe 10 stories high, made as a replica of a similar building next to it. A spire is all I can see from the train track trestle, the station above the city. I just slipped out the back door of a 2 subway train. I look at this fascinating replica.
Like the side of a African drum with leather strips pulling the skin taught, woven metal bars spun out a series of shapes that stuck to each other like magnets atop the sphere. Cylinders, cones, and a pyramid shape in the middle, which held inside an elevator which 1 or 2 people could reasonably fit. A man in a white tunic and a headdress signifying something of importance is slowly brought up to the top, where the pyramid is. I watch: a man is on the side of the elevator shaft. And he pulls out some tools and cuts something at the top of the elevator line. He is sabotaging it. The important man goes down. Then comes up again and the handyman has his tools and it seems he will garrote him. A train goes by. I have gotten off the tracks.

I am at a swimming pool area. A woman, or a thing, of danger and importance is located somewhere in the water. I have received some sort of instructions from a man in a booth who refuses to come out and speak to me. Too dangerous for him. I am not yet certain if I know he is on my side or not. So far I have tacitly pursued several leads that seem to be emanating from his instruction.

Now I am near the pool, because I have been sent there, but I am relaxing. There is someone who is talking, like a teacher, and it isn't very interesting. The pool isn't entirely a pool either, it has grown over with vegetation on one end. I can't see that side of it: the pool could be much bigger. Soon I drift off from the class. My sister is hanging out, and there is a series of diving boards. I want to dive into the water. But something becomes apparent now: this pool is not ordinary. I am told to be careful, getting over the edge from the diving board isn't as easy as it looks. I see now to what that refers: underneath the platforms is a second ledge, not much further out, and there is a sequence of hurdles from a track beyond that ledge. You must dive over these, but under a bar that appears to be floating on the water.

Now as I look out, my sister makes the dive like a practiced porpoise and perfectly swims away, and I see what looks like an old amphitheatre made from stone that is before me, and it has been flooded with water. And further away, towards the center of the pool, a small city exists. A fairytale land underneath the water. But if I am not sure if the City is inhabited, it certainly shouldn? be. But maybe the target is hiding there?

The Snake King comes to visit me. I know his performance. He looks like Jango Fett, muscular, light brown skin, short dark hair, a sneer across his face. He says "I am the Snake King." I dispatch him to see a woman, and I know he will scare her. This is some political as well as sexual conceit behind this. He goes to a landscaped path through 10 foot high hedges around the grounds of the castle area. He leaps up into the air and begins to unravel. Like a clown's balloon being blown up, he unfolds in the air and expands into the roundness of a 25 foot long black snake?
Awake: Jen leaps upon me. It is the day after her birthday. She says to me: I was born in the year of the snake.

11/26/99
My friend mark was living in this beautiful house with a hot tub in the living room. daphne had three rooms attached to it, with a view of a rushing creek right outside.

She wasn't living in the rooms, but they were set up with minimal furniture as some sort of art display. We walked the rooms and i was thinking, wondering where she got all the furniture. the house seemed like it should be mine. but she seemed very unwilling to give it up. i started thinking if i had ever seen someone living right by a creek like that, was it dangerous? it was beautiful and i hadn't ever thought i might like it before. there seemed to be a group of friends who perpetually hung out in the living area. for some reason i was rewashing their dishes and some type of disagreement happened between me and one of the girls concerning the princeton public library (the town i grew up in).

I went into the library with a little girl who was connected to the house and i changed in the little girls's room into a sort of ball dress/witch costume. then, it seemed that i was supposed to bring a package from the house (which now seemed to be in downtown princeton) to near the princeton shopping mall.

I waited about an hour for the bus. my shoes were very high heels and impossible to run in, so i missed one bus. i went back to the house in the meantime and the girl i had the disagreement with was brushing and rolling up my hair. she seemed quite proud of her work and insisted i trade something worth twenty bucks for it. However, as soon as i walked out the door, the hair fell down. The bus arrived and two girls from the house were with me, helping me find out where to go. we talked to the bus driver and he said he knew where, and dropped me at a church. it was a church i used to take ballet lessons at when i was thirteen. we walked in and i found the room we used to take class in, still with ballet barres and mirrors. however, i knew that my memory wasn't constructing it right, and the church and the ballet room were actually very different in reality, my mind was creating a composite of churches i'd been in since then.

I went to get something to eat. somehow, there was a supermarket connected to the church. a strange one. there were big pieces of poisonous snakes hung up on display. they all looked very different. for some reason, i had a memory of eating a whole rattlesnake (not MY memory, i think!) and i started eliminating snakes. a woman came up and warned me not to touch them. she gave me a plastic bag to pick them up with. for some reason, nobody passing seemed to think this was disgusting, or unusual. they had a mild interest in it, if anything, they were envious because i was producing my own poisonous snakes, where they could buy them! where i touched them by mistake my hands were burning.

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