Oddly enough, right as I finished a quick sketch of a dream I had last night, KellySue’s motivational texting service “Bitches Get Shit Done” blooped on my phone, in perfect timing (as usual).
This week’s dragon head:
A new portfolio website, up and launched, by Friday.
In the dream, I was sitting in an old boxing ring in the middle of a forest. The boxing ring had been retired, you could tell, as it was weathered and there was foliage growing up along the sides. I sat with a close friend, whom was previously trying to plan a risky business with her partner in the dream, and I was now alone with her in the old ring, trying to find a way to tell her that her plan was unsafe and unwise.
A snake tree suddenly appeared on the outside of the ring. It looked like it was made out of clay, a smooth grey color. All the limbs were giant snakes, also grey clayish colored, but they had eyes that were large, and set back into their skulls a bit more than a regular snake. Their eyes were the only color on them, a super luminescent purplish-red. The snakes floated in the air towards us, connected to the tree but long enough to reach us.
I said to my friend, “Don’t look at their eyes.”
But she did. She couldn’t help it. They were mesmerizing. And suddenly two of the snakes wrapped themselves around my legs tightly, and the rest were coming for me. Soon I’d be completely ensnared in their grasp. I hurled myself backwards off the edge of the boxing ring, hanging upside down. The two snakes were not long enough or strong enough to hold the weight of my body, so they dropped me, and I tumbled down the sloped forest floor. My friend ran after me.
I was crawling towards a patch of sunlight in the forest, where there were cars and people parked. I could not move my legs, as the snakes paralyzed them somehow.
I said to my friend, “You’re going to have to carry me out of here. My legs are numb.”