Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Another Alligator in My Dreams

I guess I was getting complacent. I know that I have fallen down on the blogging job. There just hasn't been much news on the breast cancer front, which is a good thing, and I have been ultra busy, doing things like taking a vacation to Nova Scotia and having to have my hair cut about every other week to keep these curls (that's a polite term) under control. Anyway, life has been zipping along, and I have slept well, with no reptilian visitors. Until last week.......

Truly, I cannot give very many details of this dream. When I woke up, I tried to hang on to them, but most of it wafted away on the morning air. My brain did, however, retain the clear image of the alligator. In the dream, I was on the banks of a river with a number of people, both male and female, familiar and unfamiliar. The edge of the river was quite muddy, and a couple of us were slogging along in the sludge when I realized that what appeared to be a muddy log with spread branches was actually an alligator covered in the muck. He was quite still, mouth closed; and no one else recognized what was at our feet. I was able to warn everyone away from the critter. And then I woke up. In all of this, I felt not one iota of fear. I felt completely in control of the situation, and was glad to be able to keep the other folks from stepping on this ugly fellow.

I'm not sure what to make of this dream. The messages hidden in the previous ones were easier to dig out. Maybe, just maybe, I can interpret this one this way: Since I have a clear idea of what it's like to have cancer, to go through treatment, and to live on the "other side" of the experience, I am equipped to help others "avoid the alligators."