oneiros

dreaming I am having eye pain in my right eye.  I go to the doctor (who isn't an eye doctor but is able to do an eye scan).  The doctor tells me that my "perennial cortex" is degenerating which translates into the loss of color vision.  I see my eye in detail, beautiful on the surface, with pupil, iris muscles and a surrounding band of neurons and fibers at the very edge that looks like a colorful sea creature but under the beauty is a dying nerve. I wake up disturbed.

I am trying to get two rattle snakes into a large cardboard box (I don't remember seeing the snakes) and moved somewhere safe where no one will get hurt.  I am upset that the box has a hole opening on two opposite sides where the snakes could escape.  I keep trying to block off the holes because I don't want the snakes getting out.  When I stand up I become terrified.  I realize that I didn't actually put the snakes in a box at all, but in my belly.  The two holes are the openings for intake and elimination.  I am utterly horrified that I have two dangerous rattlesnakes in my belly.  I can't walk fast because the swaying of my hips might upset them and cause them to bite me internally.  I don't know how to get them out of my belly.  In the box I could have shaken them out but in my belly they might bite me and kill me from within.  So I walk, barely breathing, barely moving with two venomous, dangerous snakes in my belly, wanting desperately to find a way to get the

Dreaming I am in a traveling troupe of some sort.  There are hundreds of beautiful young people (I too am much younger and more buxom and gorgeous than this body recalls).  We are all gathering to prepare for our performances.  It seems that we are also superheroes of some sort when we travel.  We gather in a large auditorium.  I shirk this handsome, needy young man who has literally been following me two inches or less from the back.  I holler enthusiastically to the crowd and skip to my seat in the front, directly before a mirror.  The group begins singing.  This is my second year with the troupe but I don't know the songs.  I say to myself I don't learn this way (by ear) I need to see the song.  The song leader hears me and hands me a typed song sheet.  The song sounds like an east Indian chant but it goes "Ta, ra, re, ditty ditty, Ta ra ram ditty ditty ", etc.  I sing, chant and wake up. The interesting part of this dream upon waking was that my conscious mind,