That you see yourself making progress against a fundamental, universal threat (categorical/compartmentalised thinking? The prison industrial complex? Flying dinosaurs [I'm not talking birds here, people]?) but feel that at the cusp of real progress, you are forced to restart?

That your dream is the action-adventure version of the existential parable of going out & cutting the cane, even knowing that it will inevitably grow back and thus undo all your efforts?


Or, the Freudian stand-by, that the snakes symbolise the masculine principle that you wish to free from puritanical repression?