I dreamt about snakes for the second time last night. The other night they were multi-colored, and kinda like worms, but last night they were all green and definitely snakes. There was one big one and then several smaller ones and then thousands of tiny ones and then tons of little eggs and they were all growing. They were in the kitchen on the floor - the kitchen of my parents' house where I grew up, which is the setting for a lot of my dreams. The snakes seemed to keep multiplying. I grabbed a vacuum and tried vacuuming up the small eggs/seeds and tiniest snakes. There was also other debris on the floor, like the size of cous cous that I was vacuuming, but I wasn't able to get it all up. I remember taking a couple of small bags (either from the vacuum or not) and going out into the back yard and trying to bury them. But since my mom had already planted a lot of her garden, I had to dig the holes next to some things already planted (perhaps I saw an artichoke plant?). [Dream dictionary for artichoke: To see or eat an artichoke in your dream, suggests that you need to get to the heart of some matter. It is also representative of your potential and creativity. Perhaps you are holding back in how you want to express yourself.]
I remember seeing the snakes move into the living room and snaking their way up a wall or lamp. At one point too I recall holding the largest snake, which was probably a couple of feet long and almost as thick as my wrist.
The next dream was about the airport again. I've had a few of these lately as well. It is where I miss my flight! On this trip I had accidentally brought my grinder and pipe to the airport, and was trying to figure out a way to get rid of them before going through security. But when I looked to mail it back to myself I saw that they still had scanning machines even for the mail so that wasn't going to work. I remember seeing these large stacks of boxes for shipping, and among them were a bunch of boxes with my mom's name on them meant for donations. After dilly dallying too long and losing track of the group of people I was supposed to be departing with, I finally went back to someone's house or something to regroup. I remember shopping in some store for a jacket as well. I think I chose one with a pattern, it might have been purple, or black and white. I regrouped with others who were leaving on a later flight, including my best friend Becca, and she was going to attempt to carry her stuff through security - it was taped to her leg. But I was not willing to do this so still having it with me I ended up ditching it in a bush. Someone had taken all of our luggage and our tickets however, so we were trying to follow this lady (older, heavy set, blond with glasses) to the gate. It was a frustrating dream.