and do these dreams have any meaning

jarred awake from sleep yesterday morning by the phone ringing (and the van's leaving let's just... or phone slips from a loose grip..); woke me from a FREAKY dream-- strolling dingy dusk/night streets with charlene, and at times melis, probably "going out"-- I was describing (teaching ) to her about a snake/venomous viper and ended getting so into it that I ripped off his head and venom was yellow/green and spewing and it was so weird, and yet it was fake or something; but somehow the end result was that i wound up with a swollen face/cheeks, vicariously living what I had done to the snake in my imagination/vivid description. so then we were at some market/ liquor-type store buying ice for my hugely swollen and somewhat tender jowls.... then the phone rang with my "you're called off"-psyche!!! phone call-- weird way to start an eventful day..


" no no no i think it's more like a ghost that's been following us both or something vague that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling"