Last night's dream was strange, too. There was a group of us (I think my nieces and nephew were in the mix), and some old vehicles that were somewhat outside, somewhat inside. I was trying to get one started. Everyone gathered around, trying to help. I bent down to look under it, and there was a HUGE HUGE snake - Anaconda-ish. It was all coiled up, but started to slither out under the back away from me put after the group. Everyone ran in the bulding, which was like a big old school. The snake had a rattler's tail, and I grabbed that to keep it from getting everyone, and kind of yanked it to make it stop. I had to run past it to get to the door, too, about 40 feet away, and it turned into a man. Just as I got through the doors. Everyone else was huddled down the darkened end of the hall, and I was trying to slam these wooden doors shut and hook them, but obviously now he was pushing against them, grabbing through them, and making hooking the doors closed a chore. The snakeman looked a little like a younger Anthony Hopkins and an older Ernest Borgnine - mixed - and I could smell this sulfurous smell. Satan? Is that YOU? It woke me up. I had been thinking of The Bible last night. I had watched a little of a show on Mary Magdalene.
We go up to Michigan today, so no blogging until Monday. Househunting tomorrow. Wish us luck! Happy Easter, aka the Feast Day of the Roman Goddess Eostere.
Countdown to Noah: Four days, ten hours! ( I moved it to Tuesday)
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