Rob Had a Dream

Not last night but the night before (tommyknockers tommyknockers knockin' on the door), Rob dreamed that I was killing, cooking and eating vipers and cobras. He said I was standing over a large pot, as though making a snake stew. He was (rightfully so) appalled but knew that I believed it was something I absolutely positively had to do, like it was an initiation or powerful ritual of some kind.

I know normally eating a powerful or totemic animal (or an enemy or wise and beloved elder, for that matter) usually means you are absorbing their power and wisdom. Sometimes in dreams, if an animal eats you (especially if it's a dragon or serpent), it can be a sign that they are giving you protection. However, I don't know what it means for an animal if you eat it or someone else in your dream eats it.

It seems to be a common dream theme, at least from what I've seen on teh internets. Most people put all kinds of evil or malevolent associations on the snakes, but I imagine most interpretations are coming from a Christian point of view. Rob's been giving me the hairy eyeball for two days... I cannot kill a snake, period. I would never even think about killing a snake. I'm hoping Ed & Nessie go peacefully in their sleep because I don't think I could even take them to a vet to have them put to sleep when they get too old to be comfortable.

Usually when I dream about snakes it's because Ed and Nessie are letting me know that they are starving and want mice now!

Meme Theft

1. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?
Probably not. I'm aloof and standoffish and wait for people to come to me and they have to be very pushy about trying to be my friend before I even realize they've been standing there talking to me for an hour.

2. What is your most guilty pleasure?
Ok, I'll admit it. I like to drink Worcestershire sauce from the bottle. And pickle juice. And caper juice. If it's strong, salty and briny and used to store or season food with, I will sneak into my kitchen and drink it. I do it sneakily because well, it's kinda gross and I don't want Rob to lecture me about the sodium. I could be more mature and use a spoon for my stolen sips, but it takes too long & makes too much noise.

3. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried?
I don't think I've ever honestly done this.

4. What is your biggest fear?
Becoming old and incapacitated and having my fate left to others who will keep me around because they are too selfish to let me go.

5. What's your favorite book to re-read?
Watership Down by Richard Adams

6. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?

Yes. Ask me 'how long has it been since you've been awake for 48 hours straight' in a week - I'm on day 5 of no Elavil.

7. Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex?
Their back - that V shape from shoulders to hips. Mmm.

8. Is there anything that made you unhappy recently?
I think it's just that time of year. The depression is back again.

9. Name a personal hero.
It's a group of people - the founders of NecroSearch, International.

10. You have 50 dollars in your pocket, what do you do with it?
Well, $30 of it goes into the gas tank. $15 for coffee at the court house next week, the other $5 probably gets stuck in the vending machine at the Excalibur over the weekend.

11. What is your drug of choice?
Currently caffeine. Mostly alcohol, though.

12. If you could keep any animal for a pet, what would you keep?
Gods, I really want to invite a bearded dragon into our home, and a red-tailed Colombian boa. We also met a puppy named Momo at a pet adoption clinic a few weeks ago. She was a Lab/Aussie shepherd mix. But the m.i.l. says no dogs, so Momo had to stay behind.

13. What is your favorite keychain on your keys?
Probably the one I have featuring art by Christos Achilleos - it's a demon embracing a woman & he's scratched her butt so there's a tiny trickle of blood on her cheek.

14. Do you have a motto?
You can't move away from yourself.

15. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 55, and find line 5.
For once, there is no book sitting nearby. The Sun magazine on my desk only has 48 pages. Ah, wait, here's one: "Psilocybe cyanescens is relatively easy to identify by its wavy brown cap, 3/4 - 1 5/8 in. (2 - 4 cm) wide." - from The Revised and Expanded Edition of Plants of the Gods: Their Sacred, Healing and Hallucinogenic Powers by Richard Evans Schultes, Albert Hofmann & Christian Raasch.

Went to an art supply store for the first time in a looooong time today. Picked up some oil paints, turpenoid and some brushes, a mixing tray and a very cool purple Sharpie marker (If I could get away with it in this world of 'blue or black ink only', I would write everything with a fine-lined purple Sharpie). So now I have more stuff to sit up on top of the cabinet next to the papier mache supplies. Eventually I'm going to paint my drum. Eventually.

Rob's Bad Attitude

Sometimes, when he's been acting the way he's been acting, I have to remind myself that he hasn't had hardly anything to eat today and he's hungry, but his blood sugar is too high for him to be able to eat anything satisfying.

Otherwise, I'd tell him to go to work.