Morning of July 22, 2014. Tuesday.
My dream starts with a clear focus on highly unorthodox fishing. The location seems to be a new composite of our old home on Gellibrand Street (Australia) mixed in with my sister’s old home on Loomis Street (Wisconsin, USA). The main mix of the composite is relative to the porches. There seem to be two couches, both oriented north/south and facing west assuming the Loomis Street house dominating the composite. One couch is on the porch and the other inside the first internal room, where there are large windows open to the porch in direct view of the other couch.
The couch (or sofa bed) is actually the one I had in Florida where the seat lifts up and there is a larger storage area underneath utilizing large boxlike compartments. The fishing, oddly enough, can start when I fill the storage area with water. After a time, when the water fills the bottom and a part of the floor somehow (though not very deep at all), fish may start to somehow come in from a nearby source, seemingly because they can then swim from some sort of channel or conduit near the house into the area occupied by the couch. As bizarre as that sounds, and as aware that I am, I do not catch on that I am dreaming.
There is a scene where an unknown dark-haired girl in glasses is on the porch. About three monkeys had been on the back of the couch on the porch. I then notice that the foam-like stuffing is coming out from at least two large tears over the top of the back of the couch. It looks as if it had been shredded in that area. I realize that the monkeys had been eating the foam. One is still there and eating some of the foam. The girl also eats some of it while standing behind the couch. I call to my brother-in-law to say that the monkey is eating the foam, and the girl thinks I am referring to her when I say “monkey” and expresses both annoyance and amusement. This situation is not resolved, as I just go back to fishing under the other couch in the house.
I watch closely, and soon, I notice an actual fish (which I am aware came through a conduit near the wall or baseboard that connects to a larger body of water somewhere) following my bait in the storage area (the couch seat still up), which is a large earthworm I had put on a hook. Even though the water seems oddly shallow, it swims and hooks itself and I catch it. It appears to be a small rock bass. I am also aware of a few other smaller fish; too small to bother with. After a time, I notice a shadow that seems like a very large fish, although this of course is not logical due to the shallow water. I believe it may be a large snake. I manage to hook it but decide to leave in case it is venomous.
I go into the kitchen and, strangely, even though I am not at all lucid, I have full control of my orientation in my dream. The long, larger blacksnake comes into the room, but my brother-in-law will likely be able to deal with it and get it to go back outside. My sister is alive and also there. I rise in the air and not only do I have precise control of where I am in the air, I am able to stand “solidly” wherever I want in midair in any area of the room. This control is so precise, it is almost hard for me to believe now, when awake. Of course I get as close to the ceiling as possible in case the snake tries to strike, but mostly I move about in standing position in midair at various heights. Interestingly, this is the most control I have had relative to “perfect” standing with continuity of will and precise focus. I have often had similar abilities related to hovering and various types of in-dream levitation, but that had a less perfect feel overall - and standing in midair does not seem unusual at all.
In the last part of my dream, when the snake has been forced back outside, I eventually go outside and to a small overpass over a large culvert area, which seems similar to the area my son took martial arts classes but larger and more expansive. Looking down, I see a tremendously large lighter brown serpent moving out from under the arced bridge below. Its head alone is about the size of three buses side-by-side. I do not even think about the extreme unlikelihood that a snake could be so impossibly huge and see it as the “same” snake from earlier. (I am also aware that I had beckoned it somehow with my expectant waiting and readiness to see it - knowing it had likely left the house but just wanting to be sure.) I am not really afraid in any way. I am getting ready to inform my relatives about the snake being outside now when a pickup truck drives into and over it somehow. As the truck goes over it at an angle, leaving deep tire tracks on the top of its body, I notice that this huge serpent is seemingly being “destroyed” because it is like very soft mud. A couple more vehicles go over it, leaving deep ruts on its head and back until it is difficult to tell the giant snake from muddy recesses and inclinations.
Over time, the same blacksnake from before that had been in the house somehow comes from out of the “mangled” tremendous serpent as if it is still somehow the same snake and it seems unharmed, though slightly sluggish.
Notes: There is a lot here relative to how my digestive system is not perfect as I am older. I have come to learn that in my case, since earliest childhood, a snake is almost always relative to the condition of the intestines (due to the same shape and the coiling). In this particular case there are many other obvious and redundant clues - the kitchen (place where you eat and drink); the implied conduit (digestive passage), the culvert (waterway), lifting the (couch) seat up and filling with water; worm (also representing the intestine) on a hook (pain associated with dysfunctional digestion); eating the wrong food (too much sugar or salt) as the foam stuffing from the other couch - too much monkeying around and needing to “put on glasses” to see what I am really consuming more clearly and the physical effects. Seeing the snake become huge (a bigger digestive problem than usual today), but yet return to normal with focus and drive (and the digestive system coming out mostly intact at this point).
This dream-type is a form of in-body integrated cellular communication. This dream-type, as well as using the more common snake and intestine relationship, also uses spiders as representing hands, snails as representing hearing or ears (cochlea), sliced tomato or citrus fruit as eye or eyes/vision, pipes as either circulatory system or digestion-related, music box as throat/vocal power, strawberry or apple as heart status, and many others. Obviously, this is only relevant to the dream-type. Snails also relate to youthful masculinity (or the need thereof) relating to the well-known poem (“what are little boys made of”), and of course the literally-precognitive-type uses no symbolism.