Dreams (I hope I never see)

I had a dream last night.....I could hear Momma talking to Daddy.....(oops, wrong song).

As it happens, when I  dream, rarely are they pleasant, and more times than not involve snakes and tornadoes. I'm sure there is some deep dark psychosis associated with all of it, but I always awaken before the snake bites or the Tornado blows me off to Oz. One would think that I could dream about pleasant and wonderful things, like pitching in the 7th game of the World Series or being able to fly like Superman.

When I do have a dream like that I wake up exhausted. For the record, I prefer to sleep when I sleep. I don't have the time nor the energy to go traipsing off into Hells half acre on some adventure. Life is complicated enough getting up once or twice each night so Satchel and I can do our business. 

So, my dream was that Satchel and I were visiting someone who owned a cobra snake. The people lived in a trailer (my subconscious should have had the good sense to wake me up then!) The cobra snake got loose and Satchel began barking in order to defend me from the snake, placing himself between the serpent and myself. I use the word serpent because its a biblical word and lets face it, snakes are the devil.  Most serpents, even the ones in my dreams, should be dispatched with great prejudice and sent to Hell where they belong.

Lest I digress, lets get back to the Whispering Pines Mobile Home Park and Snake Emporium.

Satchel, while not exactly a mongoose, is my trusty steed, and has found himself in a head to hood duel with the cobra, his bark loud as thunder. He doesn't know the snake has no ears, nor does he pay attention that I am now screaming at the snakes owner that he has picked the wrong blankety blank blank blank blank blank blank to mess with, and if my dog gets bit there will be more than Hell to pay. The cobra lunges at Satch and I am bolted awake before anything bad happens.

I reach out to feel for Satch, who is sound asleep next to me. My hound is sound as a pound, and his loyalty has no bounds.

Another life threatening crisis averted, saved by my bladder, which is also awake.

I contemplate why there wasn't a tornado in my dream? I mean, Tornadoes and Trailers go together like peas and carrots.

But If I learned anything, it's to not sleep on my back and to not trust anyone who lives in a trailer park with a snake.


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