The Snake King

The thing about sleeping until 1pm is that it gives you a lot of time for dreams. I got to write up part of Sheila Heti's book proposal (whoo! I'm super cool!) about the collective unconscious and dreams, and one of the sites I looked at said that people dream for 1/6th of their lives. My dreams last night were very strange. BUT- there was a lot of other stuff that I'll skip for the purpose of this blog.

What happened in the bulk of the dream was that I was the romantic obsession of a very powerful man. At some points he was referred to as the snake king, but this wasn't consistent. He was played by Keanu Reeves, and he wore all black. The townspeople were afraid of him. Sometimes he would spin really fast and everything around him would turn to wheat. I think it must have been because the townspeople asked him, but he agreed to disappear for a while. He walked me into the village, holding my hands out to the sides the way you teach a baby how to walk. And as I looked down at my bare feet, I realized that I was shrinking, and getting younger, and by the end of the walk into town, I was a toddler. I was paired up with another toddler who was actually my son. But I didn't know that until later. I knew he was coming back on my 17th birthday. On that day, the townspeople showed me a whole cart of jewelry, and I was supposed to take one piece. But somehow, many of the pieces were lost. People had taken them or they were burried in the sand. And then the snake king came back and turned the town to wheat, but it swirled in black and green. That's the only way I can think of in order to tell the dream linearly. Of course, a lot has been cut out.