I resonate with this. I like how the lines in the brain remind me of tree rings and show if the years were good or bad as they do in trees.

The drawer uses 3-prongs and sharp teeth in both drawings of the red tube and then the subconsious entity. Three is a magic number and sharp teeth are predatory, and predation permeates reality and is especially poignant in the physical. Everything feeds off of something else.

The red tube reminds me of pingala (the hot energy that runs up the spine in kundalini). Ida is the left channel of energy which I see as blue. It is feminine, cold, and represents the moon. Pingala is the right channel, red, masculine, hot, and represents the sun. So I see this drawer as having identified too much pingala which would be a source of painful imbalance.

School is a notoriously harsh time for many people. It creates plenty of imbalances if there are not other nourishing forces at work in a person's life. So this makes sense.

Here's my experience. Though I record it as a dream, I know it was much more than that, as most dreams are.

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Monday 03 Sept 07

I dreamed that I happened to be looking down at my right foot when I saw a glimpse of a small green snake that had smoothly exited a slit in my skin circled my foot and lower leg in a figure-8 motion, and then slid right back inside my skin again. I was mortified! I couldn't believe this was inside my skin and I had not recognized or felt it before. I looked down at my foot waiting for it to re-emerge. And again, it came out through a slit, smooth as silk, circled and went back inside.

I felt just sick about it. I wondered how long it had been in there, how it got in there? Why hadn't I noticed it? Did it get in as a tiny amoeba when I went swimming once perhaps? It was certainly very large now.

I decided I had no choice but to try to capture it, though my degree of disgust was intense. And yet there was just no way I could ignore it now that I knew it was there. I waited looking down at my foot for it to re-emerge again. And when it did, I stomped on it with my other foot, trapping it. I reached down and grabbed it. I could see now that it was even larger than I thought. Its head was the size of small dog's head and now from underneath it looked cream coloured with a tint of brown. For a moment I was perplexed how it fit inside my skin so invisibly.

It writhed around, scared and uncomfortable, opening and closing its jaws. Somehow I felt love for it, and I knew that it loved me, too. It reminded me of a baby, a pet, and yet prehistoric and very toothy, its jaws similar to a crocodile in toothiness and shape of jaw. I knew I had to kill it. I couldn't let it live inside me and I knew it would go right back in if I let it live.

It was just an awful feeling either way. I found it hard to picture myself killing anything. And there was the innocence of the beast, doing what it did because that was all it knew, and there was my familiarity of it, too. But, the lesser of the evils was definitely to kill it. I couldn't bear the thought of it going back in me, such a huge parasite. And I knew that it had been influencing me in ways, so that I would do things I might not otherwise be choosing to do. And it was rather heavy as well, adding to my own weight. So it had to go.

I decided the best way to kill it was to smother it. I was near a bed so I sat on the bed whilst grasping the snake by the neck. Looking down at it, it writhed and opened its toothy mouth, reminding me of my dog that I love. I still felt compassion, yet my resolve to rid myself of it was stronger. I grabbed a nearby pillow and I pushed it down over its face. I worried whether it would work or not, or how long it would take to suffocate it. After some moments it stopped fighting and was dead.