Dream Theatre

  I have not had many dreams lately. I could be dreaming, but I forget about all of my minds theatre before I wake up. At times I will open my eyes and there will be that hint of a dream reel running but it fades fast. Last night I dreamt that I was a younger version of me. As the dream began I was alone in a small apartment. The carpet was worn and it reminded me of the a tiny efficiency apartment that I first shared with then  my future husband Eric. So if I go by the apartment, I must have been 17, just a year older than my daughter is now. I was looking at a big glass jar of cookies. They looked like chocolate chip, and homemade. They were not uniform in size. I noticed there was one lying on the counter and I raised it to my lips, it smelled very sweet, like a caramel candy. Vanilla, just a hint of it. I was about to take a  bite when the jar caught my attention. I noticed that one of the cookies had a chocolate chip missing. The small hole was dark inside which gave the cookie the appearance of being hollow. I brought my face closer to the container and that's when I noticed something small moving inside of it. I assumed it was a roach. I remember dropping the cookie in my hand repulsed. I then realized that the thing moving inside of the cookie was not a bug but a very small snake. I backed away from the jar and then saw an animated mouse toy with a long tail jump in the jar, underneath it's costume I could clearly see that it was a small serpent. I picked up a book and sat it on top of the jar to trap them inside. At that point I noticed that the jar was pretty much filled with snakes. Guests arrived and didn't seem too botheredI by the snakes but I was completely unnerved.
  Dream fragment- I'm in the home I live in now, only there is alot of light.
Side note- In reality my house is very dark, there are storm blinds and even boards from hurricane season 4 years ago. That's a whole other blog.
I can see a baseball field and a youngman that I used to know is coaching, the game is over he is walking to his truck. He sees me and knocks on my door. I answer but I don't want to let him in but I do. My children are young, like when I first met him. I don't want them near him. He tries to get me alone with the kids but I do not leave. His name was John.

 I will write later about what I think that dream means, it scares me.