The Centipede
I had a dream about someone who was showing me centipedes. Centipedes Crawling over one another. I remember being quite fond of the redish orange colorings of the animals. And being somewhat distracted by the whirling of their movements. Then a huge black one was on my leg biting me. It was larger than life, about the size of an infant.
The point of the dream is unclear. The centipede means alot of things to alot of people. I think the centipede is a messenger of good fortune and the fact that it was black and that it bit me was telling me that the centipede was sharing it’s power with me in the only way that it knew how. The centipede is a simble leadership, humility, good fortune, and coordinated efforts.
I think somewhere in there that there is some darker stuff. The place that the centipede bit me tells also of simpathy toward mothers. The maury men (I don’t have spell check) often get tattood at their hip and lower back as a simbol of the pain that their female counterparts endure during childbirth. The prospect isn’t something I normally like to think about. I didn’t have a much of a childhood and sometimes feel that I don’t know myself as a person. I am still hunting for my true self. I don’t think I will ever stop hunting. So having a family is out of the question.
The centipede is simble of cheifs. My birthday information says I would do well in an executive position. I can see myself leading a coordinated centipede when the time if right. I think that time is coming sooner than later these days.
