Like most people, I’m intrigued with the dream world, and
occasionally, when a personal mind warp warrants further analysis, I’ll post
the gist of it on this blog.
With this dream, I was more of an observer than a
participant, a rarity for me, but certainly not a rare concept. I’ve spoken
with many who’ve had this type of dream. Most often this type of mind-wandering
unfolds for the dreamer as if they were watching a movie. With this dream,
which I call the Elvis Dream, my role was more like the old Fly on the Wall routine.
In the dream, I become aware of a room, which serves as both
a living and dining area, in a small house. The house belongs to a middle aged
woman who is hiding in the bedroom, attempting to set up a type of sting
operation with the aide of two police officers. Suddenly the front door opens
and Elvis Presley walks in, not the often imitated, gracefully aging Elvis in
sequined, white jump suit, but the younger, dynamic, rock and roller.
Elvis, who I intuit has been invited, immediately suspects
that something is up. He sees a row of shoes along the wall near the dining
table; a black pair, a red pair, and some house shoes. “Looks like a set up,”
Elvis says. He then sits in one of the dining chairs where he takes off his
shoes and puts on the house shoes. Elvis then gets up and walks into the
kitchen where he sees a young girl, about three years old, sleeping on the
floor beside the refrigerator. A large rattlesnake is slithering across the
girl’s body.
At this point, the police officers come out of the bedroom,
guns drawn and approaching Elvis cautiously, as if to make an arrest.
Elvis, appearing calm, even stoic kneels beside the young
girl. He begins to pet the reptile, muttering, more to himself than anyone
else, “I love snakes.”
I fear that Elvis will allow the snake to bite the young
girl, but instead, like an expert snake-handler he grabs the rattler, one hand
grasping just beneath the snake’s head while the other holds the tail. Elvis
stands up, holding the snake outstretched over his head, and walks toward the
front door.
At this point, I wake up.
Anyone care to venture an explanation of this dream?
