Dream Analysis

We came to a familiar pool we had swum in many times before, though when I had been there last I could not remember. Crossing the water upon some stones, I looked down and saw that resting on the bottom of the pool several caimans, and I saw nearby even several smaller ones upon the rocks we were crossing.

Then the other side of the pool was full of people, their children playing near the edge of the pool. I rushed over there and shouted for them to beware, not to let their children in the water. A man looked at me callously and said, "If our children get in the water, then we'll go in and get them."

At this time, a little blond boy swam alone into the center of the pool, I shouted, but he did not hear. A juvenile caiman, little larger than the boy, swam up from the bottom, and latched onto his arm. The boy swam to the side as fast as he could, at the urgings of his father. He tried to shake off the caiman, and to swing himself and strike the caiman against the chain link fence beside the walk, but as he did, the caiman climbed higher on him until it latched onto the boy's throat. Then, as the boy tried to shake him off again, his neck suddenly snapped broken to one side, and water began gushing out.

I rushed to his side, followed by a crowd of onlookers, but his father said to stay away, not to worry. He spilled no blood, only water, and though his wounds were awful, he seemed like he might live.

Then the father said, "Looks like you'll have to spend some years, son."

"No, daddy, I don't want to," said the son.

But the father told him he had to.

A strange vision of ogres, enshrouded in total darkness, though their skin glowed a bright green. They danced to a perverse, off kilter rhythm, shaking gnarled canes which glowed alternately green and red at the ends.

The boy awoke, standing, a tall, strongly built adolescent. His hair was no longer blond, but dark and curling, like a young Samson. The crowd still surrounded him, watching. Then, though he had stood as a marble demi-god, he called in a small voice, "Daddy?" And looked around afraid.

Then the crowd parted, and a decrepit man stood there, shrunken with age, his cheeks dark with large liver spots. "I'm here son," said the man.

Then I woke up.