Crocodile dreams

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My sleep is chock-full of dreams at the moment. The night before last I dreamt of Jen. Of all the women in my life recently she is the one I dream of most. The dreams are unremarkable and claim no special relationship between us. They seem reflective of the reality between us, if by some mechanism we again found ourselves in close proximity. There is a polite wariness, an unspoken awareness of the past between us and a low-key sizzle of unresolved and undeniable feelings between us. It is shy, in surreptitious looks and chance encounters and the undercurrent in mundane conversation. She is receptive to my presence even if she does not actively welcome it. I am the other man, the alluring possibility she cannot completely turn from.  She will not condemn me, and will be secretly pleased at my efforts to get close to her.

In all of my dreams she seems very authentic, the girl I remembered and the personality I knew so well. Funny, I dream of her, but rarely think of her, though hope she is well.

My dream last night was about crocodiles, or more specifically, alligators. We were in the water and at risk of being attacked. It was dark and we remained still so as not to attract their attention. The alligators were in a tangled pile on a small island in the middle of the river. One of us doused them in fuel and set them alight. They burned and their blood ran into the river turning it red.

Strange dream. It must mean something to dream of crocodiles/alligators.