(from AZ photos)
I am staring at a log with beautiful moving lacy thing on it, dangling from it....i dont know
what it is, and get bit when i approach it closely (painlessly)
and not a typ snake bite, a little slash on top my hand....i feel my throat start
to close up, but i dont panic and just put my fingers down my throat to
keep the airway open....and look for help....
(no i can't do that in real life but it was fine and not chokey in the dream)
I find the dilapadated tortilla factory with one lightbulb on inside and there are
people working at a table, they see what's wrong and call the doctor....
I head thru the building which is at the base of a long ridge and there is a delivery road there,
that turns up the ridge....a doctor and his driver come down, they are in a small vehicle.
(portland police white with blue golfcart)
the thinner black haired 'doctor' walks toward me, gives a glance at my hand,
and then starts telling me, motioning with his hand, about the terrain up on the ridge, that I might head up there.....
july 2006