I've had this dream every two or three months for at least five years. At times I've thought that I knew what parts of it might have meant, but then I go back later and it stumps me again.
It starts out in Grandma J's house, up on the cranberry marshes. She was already gone when the dreams started, and it always amazes me when I wake up how much more vividly I remember her features and mannerisms in the dream than I'm able to remember awake. Anyway... we're playing cards. Gin. Grandma cheated, but we always played anyway when she was alive, because she was great company and always made me laugh. It seems like we'd been playing for hours, uninterrupted, except for bone monsters that kept trying to sneak out of the portable wardrobe that was in the dining room for some reason. As far as I know, Grandma never had a portable wardrobe OR bone monsters. I had to take the broom and knock them back in from time to time, but it didn't seem strange to me.
There was somebody at the door. A man came in, and he was obviously upset. He said that we were engaged and I was suppose to marry him three days earlier but stood him up. I couldn't remember him at all. This is where Grandma grew deer horns. I didn't actually see them grow... I just looked up and there they were on her head. She made an angry noise and ran the poor guy right through with them and killed him. I fainted inside my dream.
When I woke up, I didn't see Grandma or her victim, so I went into the parlor. I hadn't noticed it before, but there were mounted heads hanging on all four walls of the room.. dozens of them. I looked closer and saw that they were the heads of every man that I'd ever dated. I screamed, ran into the kitchen, hid under the bar/counter and cried.
After a little bit, Grandma came back into the kitchen and offered me a cow pie. She used to make giant molasses cookies... we called them cow pies. I kept crying, which is odd, because I'm not a crier at all, unless I'm laugh-crying.
Next... the house caught on fire, and we were carrying boxes and things out to the front lawn, trying to save what we could. As I walked by the old water pump in the yard...
... I noticed a big black snake curled around it. There were always snakes in the woodshed up there, and in the warehouses, but this one was bigger and darker.
It looked up at me and said, "You know, Kristin, souls are better trophies than heads, but you are not charming enough to get one."
That's it. That's when I always wake up. Strange, yes?
