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Black Snake

Black Snake

23rd Sept 2013

I was walking down a corridor, making my way to my room. The building I was in was huge, it felt like I lived here but the building seemed more like a Hotel than a house. The corridor came to an end, the door to my room was straight ahead with three small steps leading up to the door, to my right was another room with the door ajar.

As I approached my room I realised there was a black snake in front of the door. I picked it up and the snake became wild; thrashing around and angry. The pattern on the snake was similar to a Burmese python, dark patches were jet black with a dark grey outline and the lighter weaving pattern was a silvery grey.  My right hand held the back of the snake with my left trying to control the head, as my hand slipped back the snake had enough room to turn and sink fangs into my left hand between the fore-finger and thumb.

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The Silver man

The Silver Man

11th March 2013

I found myself in my grandfather’s house. I was having trouble seeing; a combination of tunnel vision and darkness. There was four other people there, one was my grandfather and another was Wyvern though I didn’t register this for some time, it was Stephan in appearance, but I didn’t recognise this person as Stephan, he was sat in the old high-backed chair we got when I was child and gave to my grandfather soon after.  There was a woman there too, she had a sense of being both old and young.

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Wyvern and the Butterfly

Wyvern and the Giant Butterfly

May 16th 2012

I found myself in Wyvern’s bedroom sitting on the right hand side edge of his bed, it was dark as though the room was in a basement. It seemed to be longer than it was wide. Wyvern was playing with a giant black butterfly, the markings on it were silver with shades of blue/indigo[1][2].

I climbed into bed as he was playing with the butterfly, he placed it at the bottom of his bed between his feet and we slept. When I awoke Wyvern seemed to be panicking, he had lost the butterfly. I rolled out of bed to a sitting position hoping neither of us has rolled onto it in our sleep. The next thing I hear is a roar of anger from Wyvern…


We were in the living room of my old house now, I was sat between the sofa (which my mother was sat on) and the chair (which Wyvern was sat on.) Wyvern was asking why he didn’t see it coming, why he let it happen. I kept trying to answer him, but the words wouldn’t form in my mouth, it was like a cross between a severe stammer and a mental inability to speak the words, as though some mystical power didn’t want me to answer it.

Eventually I manage to say that it was because he had shut himself down to protect himself. Something to do with the after effects of an earthquake. I felt, but was unable to say, that there were some strong spiritual sensations revolving around the earthquake. [The best way to explain the feelings would be to say, it was like a form of extra sensory perception, but the earthquake made/would make everyone more sensitive, so those who could feel it normally would be overloaded by the sensations.] I was unable to determine, whether this earthquake was something that had happened or was about to. As Wyvern understood what I was trying to say he had a moment of clarity and the dream ended.



[1] After a quick google search I found this.  http://www.flickr.com/photos/nick_land/3400982719/ it appears to be exactly like this photo, except the white markings were bright silver and the bluish colour in the lower centre were much more vivid.

[2] The imagery of a butterfly in a dream relates to the freed soul and immortality. There is no need for the soul to be trapped by the physical body. To me it would suggest that losing the butterfly means if you aren’t open at the time, an opportunity maybe lost/missed.