I suppose I should explain that I do know where the snakes came from. In my dream. They came from here:
That’s right. From the Sims. I played for the first time in a couple of weeks, over the weekend. At one point, my main Sim, Buttonwillow, thought she’d use the “Beauty and the Beast” charm to turn herself into a a little fairy type creature. She does that from time to time, being magical and all. But I had forgotten the name of the charm to use, and instead used the “Shed Your Skin” charm. Which, I thought, was supposed to turn you into a ghost. But instead, unleashed a Plauge of Snakes unlike Buttonwillow had ever seen. [in fact, she’d never seen a Plauge of Snakes.] They were everywhere. Dozens and dozens. And all the sims did was run from snake to snake, in a panic, waving their arms and yelling “Snake! Snake!” They never did completely go away. Occasionally, one of the sims will start running in a panic, over to a dead pile of snake, yelling “Snake! Snake!”
So I guess it’s not all that surprising that I should have a dream of snakes. But I’m wondering where the enchanted, but drunken, garden gnomes were. 
That’s the wine press they are playing in, guess that’s how they got drunk. Before they start drinking, they make excellent little gardeners. Buttonwillow had to solidify them again.
Daily Archives: April 19, 2004
Literary Commute Story Hour
I started a new audio book for the Literary Commute Story Hour this morning.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Twenty-five discs! That’s a big book!
Then, I will hug some snakes… yes. I will hug and kiss some poisonous snakes.
Last night, I had dreams with snakes. Hundreds of orange and black snakes. I’m not particular frightened of snakes. One could dart out in my path and startle me, but overall, I’m not scared of them. Caveat: by NOT scared, that does not imply I would not be totally freaked out by a rattlesnake, cobra, or cottonmouth in my path. Snakes with fangs and poison are not my favorite kind. I have a healthy sense of apprehension, when it comes to snakes of that caliber. Caveat #2: one snake I am scared of … Water Moccasins. Those things are evil and sneaky, because they combine the fear of fangs and poison with the fear of “Things that cannot be seen in the depths of the water.” ick. Ok, so, snakes, not a scary image for me. However, if you open a closet door and hundreds of orange and black snakes fall out upon you, i don’t care how frightened you are of snakes, that’s going to freak you out. If suddenly, there is a worldwide plague of orange and black snakes, you are going to be a bit concerned. Even if, to the best of my recollection, nobody had been bitten by one of these snakes. And, if special cameras previously only used by NASA indicated there was a snake as large as all of London living in it’s underground tube system, you would find yourself suddenly quite frightened of snakes. I don’t even know if we progressed to the point of discovering whether they were python type snakes, or poisony fangious snakes. One thing we did discover … the reason for all the snakes… the cosmic cause of the plague… the sheer number of different versions of Law and Order on TV. I kid you not. It was Law & Order’s fault we were inundated with snakes. Such is the way of dreams. I don’t know what happened, with the snakes, after that. I became friends with Meg Ryan and we had to attend the funeral of a small jewish child who had died from some terrible illness. Anne Bancroft was there and we got a terrible case of the giggles. I know… at a funeral… of a child for pete’s sake. I didn’t say we didn’t feel bad.
Note: I do not watch Law & Order. Maybe the fact that there are 15 different flavors of this show on tv, currently, is a good thing. Maybe the world became a better place, once you were pretty much guaranteed to find an episode, new or in syndication, 24/7. On thing’s for certain, it’s not leading the tv parade of degradation. That would be “reality tv.”