My mom doesn’t like snakes…at all! I grew up not being a fan of them either because of the way my mom was about them. As I have become a mom, snakes haven’t creeped me out like my mom. I can look at a picture of them and not be grossed out. I even looked at dead one in the road on my nightly walk just last month. No big deal.

Last Saturday morning I woke up from a nightmare. I dreamt that I was working in my yard. I had a frog that was helping me. He was kind of a big frog, bigger than the usual in my neighborhood. At one point I was holding the frog but then he jumped down into some water by my driveway but it looked like a green gel surrounded him, maybe giving him some sort of protection. I’m not sure exactly. I then walked to the middle of the street and then walked back. I then noticed that my neighbors had some tall grass that looked like it had been trampled down forming a pathway. I walked over to look closer. I saw a huge snake that was trying to get my froggy friend. I started calling out the name of my frog and I realized he had the same name as my little 4-year-old son. The snake was bothered that I was trying to rescue this guy. It started coming after me but I kept calling out the frog’s name. This made the snake really angry. It became more aggressive. It lunged at me and I reacted by putting my hand out in front of me. Then, I woke up with my hand hurting.

The dream has meaning to me. As you might already know, snakes are the symbol of Satan. Satan knows that if he can get the mother out of the way, then he can get the children. I worry that I might be caught. I worry that I’m not doing enough to keep my children safe. Where can I get some of that greenish protective gel that helped my frog? I would love to lather my children up with that but what do I do about me? I do all the churchy answers, say my prayers, go to church, read my scriptures. What more can I do? Ok… I confess. I used to watch Glee because I really liked the music and Sue Sylvester made me laugh but really, there is a lot yucky things in there too. It’s like the cockroach in the ice cream thing. One yucky thing can ruin a good thing.