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demakatI had a dream last night where I found a snake in a bathroom and I caught it's head as it was going to strike someone else, who turned out to be this guy from work. I thought logically about how I would get it into one of these big solid tupperware things they call cambros* at work. He came back with one and I put most of the snake into the bin and managed to let the head go last. He was pretty impressed and asked if I thought it was poisonous. I said I didn't know, but I remember thinking that the way I had handled it makes me think it was. Also I knew that I was going to kind of break down a little because of adrenaline or something. So I go back into the bathroom and decide that I should look behind the toilet before I have a freakout, in case there are more snakes...cause I had to pee or something? Then whatever I was doing I got bitten in the face by a snake striking at me and I woke up just as suddenly.
So...
Dude from work.
Snakes
I got the sense that he was a little freaked out by snakes...or me...
Stupid tupperware bins!
I grabbed some handheld internet and looked up snakes. It seems they most often represent healing and of course the shedding of skin. It seems they're rarely depicted as evil, and I am aware that the evilness some religions give to snakes seems to relate to defaming snake gods in older religions. I just don't understand what being bitten for me does, or the captured snake. I never saw colors, possibly because I don't know enough about snakes to identify them well.
Before I went back to sleep I remembered how nice my marketing people had been to me, and how mean spirited I had been lately in talking about people with the other signmaker. It made me feel sad that I forgot who I was for a while. I'm so neutral, I do alright with so many different kinds of people. The concept of accepting people for who they are. That I can like the other signmaker and be friends with his crotchety self, and also be friends with all these rather floaty hippy dippy type people.
The tools with which we choose to understand things.
I got the sense that he was a little freaked out by snakes...or me...
This makes me sad. I don't mean to be scary. But it keeps coming up. It's strange that mentally I think of how awesome it would be to be truly strong. Like flinging people, strong. That I don't really have actual ambition to go work out to that point, yet so many people already find me scary. I don't have everything figured out. I'm just more free to ignore social rules because they aren't all ingrained. There is something people find inspiring about throwing off useless social behaviors, and of course a little bit scary. I don't do it for that reason, often I don't really know I'm not following along myself.
I got asked flippantly at work last night if it was spring yet, by a coworker. I said that no, but I would let him know. Oh and how would I know. My radio. It gets lots of static when it changes to spring. I think he thought I was making shit up, but this is actually what happens and I have to adjust the dial. Then he said, 'so you'll be the first to know it's spring' and I said no probably my mom. Oh why? She finds a giant black spider in the bathtub when ever the seasons change. Which is also true, and also seems like I'm making shit up.
I think my parents are awesome and probably have a lot to do with how weird I am. That they made it okay to be me, whatever that was. That I recognized them as people, seemingly long before other "kids" realized that about "adults".
Got asked to draw something for the cover of a binder at work, just for decoration. It made me uneasy at first, should I do something relating to the contents? What did they actually want. What did I want. I started an asian style dragon, didn't like it. Started a tree as these people are kind of into that sort of thing. Tossed that as well. Now I've got a more western style dragon hugging a, pretty large in comparison, egg. I didn't feel right putting my personal characters on something at work. Though most dragons I draw lately have the three lower jaw spikes. This came about because I get a half hour gap in all the things I do when I work the coffee bar, and the last few times I've spent it drawing on the cardboard drink holder things for the employees (different number because we get a coffee discount) and hiding them among the other pre-numbered ones. So that someone, when getting coffee gets a drawing too. I imagine my personal characters will crop up on these more often as I grasp for ideas. It seems a specialty person got one of the smaller ones, and wanted me to doodle things for their binders in my free time instead.
*apparently it's the name of the company that makes food service containers. They are just really heavy duty plastic tubs with lids that can go through our pressurized 190+ degree washers.
So...
Dude from work.
Snakes
I got the sense that he was a little freaked out by snakes...or me...
Stupid tupperware bins!
I grabbed some handheld internet and looked up snakes. It seems they most often represent healing and of course the shedding of skin. It seems they're rarely depicted as evil, and I am aware that the evilness some religions give to snakes seems to relate to defaming snake gods in older religions. I just don't understand what being bitten for me does, or the captured snake. I never saw colors, possibly because I don't know enough about snakes to identify them well.
Before I went back to sleep I remembered how nice my marketing people had been to me, and how mean spirited I had been lately in talking about people with the other signmaker. It made me feel sad that I forgot who I was for a while. I'm so neutral, I do alright with so many different kinds of people. The concept of accepting people for who they are. That I can like the other signmaker and be friends with his crotchety self, and also be friends with all these rather floaty hippy dippy type people.
The tools with which we choose to understand things.
I got the sense that he was a little freaked out by snakes...or me...
This makes me sad. I don't mean to be scary. But it keeps coming up. It's strange that mentally I think of how awesome it would be to be truly strong. Like flinging people, strong. That I don't really have actual ambition to go work out to that point, yet so many people already find me scary. I don't have everything figured out. I'm just more free to ignore social rules because they aren't all ingrained. There is something people find inspiring about throwing off useless social behaviors, and of course a little bit scary. I don't do it for that reason, often I don't really know I'm not following along myself.
I got asked flippantly at work last night if it was spring yet, by a coworker. I said that no, but I would let him know. Oh and how would I know. My radio. It gets lots of static when it changes to spring. I think he thought I was making shit up, but this is actually what happens and I have to adjust the dial. Then he said, 'so you'll be the first to know it's spring' and I said no probably my mom. Oh why? She finds a giant black spider in the bathtub when ever the seasons change. Which is also true, and also seems like I'm making shit up.
I think my parents are awesome and probably have a lot to do with how weird I am. That they made it okay to be me, whatever that was. That I recognized them as people, seemingly long before other "kids" realized that about "adults".
Got asked to draw something for the cover of a binder at work, just for decoration. It made me uneasy at first, should I do something relating to the contents? What did they actually want. What did I want. I started an asian style dragon, didn't like it. Started a tree as these people are kind of into that sort of thing. Tossed that as well. Now I've got a more western style dragon hugging a, pretty large in comparison, egg. I didn't feel right putting my personal characters on something at work. Though most dragons I draw lately have the three lower jaw spikes. This came about because I get a half hour gap in all the things I do when I work the coffee bar, and the last few times I've spent it drawing on the cardboard drink holder things for the employees (different number because we get a coffee discount) and hiding them among the other pre-numbered ones. So that someone, when getting coffee gets a drawing too. I imagine my personal characters will crop up on these more often as I grasp for ideas. It seems a specialty person got one of the smaller ones, and wanted me to doodle things for their binders in my free time instead.
*apparently it's the name of the company that makes food service containers. They are just really heavy duty plastic tubs with lids that can go through our pressurized 190+ degree washers.
