Image by Midjourney
DREAM
The aesthetic is soft watercolors and sweetly drawn illustrations.
A roly-poly mammal of some sort (my best guess is that he is a mole) is fleeing his encampment in the sky. He's been rejected by his peers and must live in solitude now.
I am a snake. I join him. We're natural enemies, but we get along.
I help him find the love of his life in a new town. One day, while all three of us are seated someplace comfortable together, I tell them, "All I wanted was for my parents to be intelligent. But seeing the two of you makes me realize intelligence isn't everything." I guess that's what they call a backhanded compliment! I was referencing how they're both quite bright, but they do fight.
We decide to fly back to the encampment and fight the mole's enemies--mine too. I fight my enemy with my strange snake fisticuffs while they approach theirs. I finish and fly ahead to help defeat their upcoming enemy. I have seen the future and know I must do this. But they feel abandoned.
We're all reunited when we fight the enemy roly-poly together, and all is forgiven.
It's nice and peaceful and friendly in the encampment afterwards.
INTERPRETATION
I can definitely relate to having to fight to claim your right to exist in a certain space. I think that anytime there is drama within an organization, you have to make a decision: do I abandon this space and all the plans I had based around it, or do I fight to stay in it and live with the sadness that will come afterwards when I remember the battle?
But this not something I've had to deal with for a while, fortunately, so it's strange to have a dream about it now. But then again, sometimes, I think you can't afford to think about trauma until things have calmed down quite a bit in your life. So as I consider reentering the conventional work force, perhaps I am considering these memories as well.
