snakes in my belly

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 them out without killing/injuring myself or hurting anyone else.

I wake up scared.  Several minutes pass before I am calm enough to admit that I don't have real snakes in my belly. I feel upon waking that this dream is telling me something vital about my health, something I need to hearken to.

Upon reflection the snakes may be my own suppressed life energy that has been buried each time I have swallowed and denied anger or fury throughout my life.  This suppressed energy terrifies me but is getting more venomous and dangerous to my own health the longer I keep it locked within me without much life energy left for living, moving or breathing.

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