Scorpions and Ants and Other Scary Things
by Bella Rum
I woke at 3:30am. I had a nightmare. Poisonous, red ants and scorpions were crawling all over the bed and the surrounding floor. H woke me and said I was kicking and throwing my arms around. Wouldn’t you?
Analysis: A Scorpion is a poisonous stinging insect that symbolizes pain and death. If you see a scorpion in your dreams, it could be symbolic of being in a painful or hurting situation in life. It also represents scathing and poisonous remarks and attitudes of your enemies towards you. A scorpion is a sign of fear, particularly fear for the future, and the prediction of danger. Scorpions are also related to self-destruction. Perhaps actions that you have taken recently have put you in a situation in which you may be doing great damage to yourself.
None of that sounds good, and none of it is applicable to my life. Thank goodness. Let’s try ants.
Analysis: Dreaming of ants may represent daily minor annoyances, the little things that bug you or interfere with what you are doing; may represent feeling small and insignificant; or feeling as if someone stepped on you. Ants may represent someone or something that makes your skin crawl or that you find disgusting. Red ants or fire ants in dreams may symbolize something small that is making you angry.
This is more likely, I guess. Everyone has small things that bug them. They seemed more menacing, but it was only a dream.
My friend’s 92-year-old father died last week. He was able to stay in his home until the last few days of his life. Interesting thing: He had Alzheimer’s Disease and took Aricept. Alzheimer’s medications – if effective at all – usually only work for a few years, but they worked much longer for him. He was confused occasionally, but most of the time he functioned well. It’s horrible that they cannot find something more consistently effective for that disease. Scary stuff. Makes red ants and scorpions look like puppies. You can be sure they’re working tirelessly to find something that works because the pharmaceutical companies are foaming at the mouth at the prospect of counting all those dollars. The Baby Boomers will pop those pills like Tic Tacs.
Yesterday, when I was getting my lab work, I saw H’s cousin. I haven’t seen her in years. She looked good, much better than I do. What can I say? Some people keep better than others. We all have different expiration dates. It was nice to see her. I vowed to call her and invite her for lunch or dinner soon. Isn’t it awful how we allow relationships to wane. She lives less than 30 minutes from us, and she adores H.
I’m off to the grocery store today, and a little laundry is in my future.
And another thing…
I keep all the cleaning supplies in one of those square plastic containers under the sink. When I reached under and pulled it out, it was wet. When I checked, water was standing in the cabinet and a couple of rolls of toilet paper were soggy. It’s stayed dry since then. H will figure it out today. I don’t know how long it’s been that way because we hardly ever use that bathroom.
We got a bale of straw so the Grand Trio can make a scarecrow this weekend. He or she will be scary.