Date of dream: Sunday, March 25, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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A rather dull Mackinac Island dream :/ , but a Mackinac Island dream nonetheless.
I think I was in my room and I had a small day planner/calendar, and I was flipping through it, looking at the occasional pictures. It was a handheld spiralbound one like the one I have in real life to keep track of daily TV programs (only more the size of the older ones I used, not the current, tiny one). It had some nice nature photos in it and I was wondering if there were any really pretty ones. I seem to recall a picture of a field of poppies or something, the colors gold (wheat/grass?) and red. The pages were kind of glossy but also rough textured.
I at last came across a photo of the harbor on Mackinac Island! :O I was so surprised and delighted! It was a view kind of from the east side looking west, and there were some docks and maybe the stone breakwater and stuff. I think it was overcast or kind of foggy and gloomy. Not the best shot, but still, I couldn't believe that Mackinac Island had made it into this thing. I was going to go out and announce the news to Dad.
Thing was, I was kind of puzzled by some details in the picture. Primarily was the fact that there were flamingos lined up along the shore or along the docks, all in a row. Bright pink flamingos. O_o In real life Mackinac Island gets lots of cormorants out on the stone breakwater, but no flamingos. So...I was kind of surprised by that. Since when did Mackinac Island get flamingos?
Secondly, there were some sort of little rodentlike things sitting around on the wooden docks as well, getting ready to beg for food from tourists. They looked basically like prairie dogs or gophers. One was even sitting like a person would sit, on its bottom with its hind legs sticking out before it. There were at least several of these.
And lastly, I noticed a large owl perched atop a piling or something. It wasn't a great horned owl or a barn owl or a snowy owl, the kinds I can recognize on sight; it did kind of resemble a type of owl I've seen in photos but I can't recall what species it is. It had a large roundish head (lots of feathers) and a very small face and small, light, piercing eyes, and was kind of light grayish/brownish in color. It was just perched on this piling or whatever looking toward the camera, and seemed like a regular part of this weird tableau.
I went out to show the picture to Dad. "Look, Mackinac Island made it into this day planner!" I exclaimed, then furrowed my brow. "Mackinac Island has flamingos? I never knew that..."
"Yeah, it does," Dad replied, not in the least surprised. "They pass through here on their migration." I think he said something like that.
I also pointed out the other animals. At some point I found out (though I don't remember how) that the little prairie dog-type things were in fact a species of badger. I found that surprising as well since they didn't in the least look like badgers as I know them. I didn't really find out anything about the owl, though it seemed like the MOST likely of the three animals to find in such a place!
And that's all I remember. :/
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Date of dream: Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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Just a tiny snippet of a longer dream. All I basically remember was that I had two soft plush toys of medium size, big enough to hug one in each arm, and they were both figures from Ojibwa mythology. I know that one was Mitchi Manitou as he's portrayed in the Haunted Theater on Mackinac Island (see "My Battle With Mitchi Manitou")--although obviously made to look cuter and more cartoony than he really is, it had white fur and moose antlers and glowering eyes. I can't recall what the other toy was; perhaps it was supposed to be Gitchi Manitou (the Great Spirit), though I've never really envisioned what he would look like so *shrug.* I do recall that I really liked them both, and I was standing over by the upstairs stairwell at night, hugging them to me--they were soft and cuddly.
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Date of dream: Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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Part of a larger dream from my nap. This is from a day or so ago and so is faded but here are the basics.
I was in my room, which seemed cleaner, and I think that wooden ledge was still in the southwest corner or else there was some other sort of stand there. It was daytime because it was light. And for some reason I discovered that I had a dead snake, light green in color. It was about the size of a regular garter snake but its color was all wrong. I picked up this dead snake, I guess, and set it on the shelf or stand.
Some time passed in the dream and perhaps I did various things, but when I again paid attention to the snake I noticed that it had been decapitated--the head alone was sitting on the stand, and the headless body was now on my bookshelf (or whatever stood in for my bookshelf), to the left of it. I moved the head for some reason and when I pulled away I noticed how it slowly settled down onto the table as if shutting its jaws. But the motion didn't seem like natural settling. Was that thing still alive or was it just reflexes? Quite curious now, I picked up a blade of grass (no clue where I got it) and started poking at the head. The head reacted every time I poked it, even in advance of being touched--it would open its jaws when I poked at its mouth, and it would blink or close its eyes when I poked at its eyes (I know, snakes in real life don't have eyelids but that didn't occur to me until long after awakening), so I knew that it was still alive, even if dying. I cast a glance at the decapitated body and saw that it, too, was moving just slightly.
I realized now just how cruel I was being by poking this poor decapitated thing in the eyes and such and so stopped. I stared at the little green head with a feeling of great sympathy. (The head seemed bigger than it should have been, in comparison to the body, but was still small.) This snake was surely still going to die--but was there anything I could do to ease its suffering?
I decided to try giving it some water in case it was thirsty. Of course, the water would never reach its stomach, but maybe it would help wet its tongue. Using the blade of grass, I dipped it in some (bottled?) water and poked it toward the head's jaws, knowing that they would open as if to attack. They did, and I dripped the droplet of water in the snake's mouth. (The inside of its mouth seemed soft and pink--I don't recall its tongue ever flicking out.) The snake shut its mouth and apparently swallowed, so I repeated the procedure a few times, hoping that I was helping it at least a little.
At one point, I was too slow in pulling back the blade of grass from the snake's mouth after I dripped the water in, and the jaws clamped shut on the grass, nipping off its end. I looked at the cut blade of grass, surprised that this obviously weakening snake still had so much strength in it.
That's pretty much all I remember.
The only real-life association to "decapitated snake" that I can think of is a garter snake that I found run over in the road a long while back. I picked it up to save it from further humiliation, only to feel its tail curling around my finger, and when I set it down on the ground, sure enough, the tail continued to move. I believe it was just nerves and the snake was already dead but I wanted to make sure and so resolved to put it out of its suffering. I got a spade and brought the tip down on the snake's neck, attempting to sever its head, but the ground below it was rather soft and its skin was tough and it didn't go as cleanly as I'd hoped. -_- I didn't really manage to completely sever the head, but at least I could be assured that the snake was fully dead. I buried it under some leaves after apologizing to it, and my act prompted someone online to say that I was "very kind and brave" to do such a thing that most people wouldn't bother doing.
Regarding the water, I often pour bottled water into a sort of little "shrine"-type thing I have, with a little soapstone turtle in it representing Mackinac Island...just an observance of mine. I've also been hoping badly for a lot of rain this spring so the trees bud properly, and for the first time I even offered tobacco like the Ojibwa do, asking for rain. After awakening I wondered if the decapitated garter snake was trying to tell me something, so I went outside and poured some bottled water and tobacco on the ground where it had been buried. *blushes*
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