Snake in the museum
I had a dream last night where I was in a large building, like a museum with a bunch of kids from elementary school. The walls were sand coloured, it felt and looked like stone to me. Suddenly, a woman came out carrying a large snake over her shoulders. It had a zig-zag pattern on its back that was coloured orange and white. The snake itself was silver and glowed slightly in yellow, this seemed like a reflection of the lightning in the room.
It was very large, perhaps three or four meters long. It seemed friendly enough. I felt no fear for it.
This woman put the snake on the floor and started beating it at it’s tail with a large wooden club. It just lay there and took the hits. With every beat, it shrunk some, all the way down to about 1 m. The woman then put the snake into an aquarium. It just lay there. I silently wondered how it could breathe under water.
I was a spectator in this dream, silently accepting everything that happened, but with some confusion
What do you guys think?
...but my words like silent raindrops fell
and echoed in the wells of silence.
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