Friday, April 12, 2013

Not a Snake, Afterall

I was at Red Rock Canyon, walking along the rocky bank of a river bed. The bushes were green because it was spring. Then, the rocks turned to sand, but I didn't mind. I was enjoying my walk, when I spied a snake sunning itself on the bank. It was brown and russet, with a diamond shaped head. I froze, seeing a second snake next to it. Then I saw two more snakes, green and yellow and black stripped, buried in the sand. I could only see their heads, but I knew they were poisonous. I stared to take small steps backwards, and they did not follow. But then I felt a pain in the back of my head. It was sharp and did not stop.

I called to my Dad, who was ahead of me. I told him I thought a snake bit me, but he did not seem to believe me. When he reached me I asked him to look at my head to see if there was a snake attached. He looked, and said something. I felt a sharper pain, like something being pulled. Dad showed me a long, black leech had attached itself to my head. It was partially swollen with my blood, and I was disgusted by it. When I tried to leave,  I found I wanted to go back and look at the leech that had bit me.

I could see the snakes moving, unburying themselves and moving up the banks to the bushes. I thought I could maybe get a photo of them since they were so beautiful.

***

I was working on a cruise boat, though it did not seem very formal. We sailed around the island of Aruba (though I've never been in real life). It was green and mountainous and very beautiful. I wanted to get off and look, but the boat was leaving. We sailed so close that I could see the natives burning all the hanging vines on a cliff face, singing while they worked.

We had docked somewhere, and I was on a sidewalk. It seemed as though we were on the same island - maybe just a different part of it. An old parrot was flying around - I knew it was old because it had a beard of feathers on its chin. I wanted to help it, so I held out my arm for it to land. Instead it sort of crashed into my arm/grazed it and kept flying, all wobbly. The people around me laughed and teased me for wanting to be important, and someone (Dad?) brought the parrot back to me. I was angry that everyone was babying me and assuming my thoughts that I took the parrot and threw it high into the air. It caught a breeze and flew off towards a mountain.

***


There was a lot more on the cruise ship - playing around and goofy stuff. At one point I think I was swimming.