Gator Park

Mar 4-5
Last night I was at a sort of theme park. I recall being inside and then I was kicked out or something because I found myself outside. I kept looking for a gate or something that would let me enter but I found nothing. Finally I came to a sort of drawbridge that spanned a pit filled with alligators. There was no water in the pit just alligators; they were not very big, about 2 feet in length. Being that this seemed the only way in I crossed the bridge but there were many of the little gators on it so I jumped off the bridge into the pit underneath. The pit was a sort of tan cement trench there were scattered gators in there On the other side, the side the park resided on there were some steps. I made my way for these but the gators were too many, they hissed and bared their teeth, so I decided that I would just climb out of the pit and try over on the bridge. I climbed up the side of the cement pit, but as I climbed up to the top a gator was up there too, and he was not all that happy to see me. It was about this time that some park employees came out, they did this really funny song and dance routine and calmed down the alligators, then they apologized heartily for subjecting me to the gator pit. They helped me cross safely and took me into the building that the employees lived in, to get cleaned up. The building was one story and looked abandoned on the inside. The walls were stained and shabby, there was trash and dust everywhere and the building had the general appearance of being exposed to the weather. But people did live inside, some other employees passed as they led me to a room. Inside was an old navy friend of mine and his wife (they are now divorced in waking life). They were sitting at a table and talking so I joined them. Through the conversation, which I cant recall very well, a book “appeared” on the table, held up by stand,
like a large dictionary or bible. The book was opened and began smoke began to rise from the pages. I told Paige
about this (my friends wife) she examined the book and my friend told me it was because the heater was
too close. “The heater” he was referring to was a sort of light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling.

The next part that I remember I was inside the park and looking for my wife. Mostly what I remember is running through the inside of the park, in large buildings with video games and amusement stuff inside. I had on socks and no shoes and was running, as I would come to a corner I would slide on the carpet like a race car going around a turn, it was pretty fun and this was not the first time I have experienced this. Eventually I found my wife. She was at my old house that I grew up in, in my
mothers old room. We were about to get intimate, and were very close to arriving at intimacy ( Im trying to keep this “G” rated ) when my wife tells me that she’s
hungry and gets up and leaves (the nerve). Anyway I scoff at her but she leaves anyway. Later I find her in the shower (but don’t join her.)
After that I need to get some clothes in my room but my sister from California is visiting and sleeping in my other bed in my room. I run in and grab my clothes, hiding my nakedness with my hands and tell her “don’t look!” she says ok and that’s that.

The next part is from a later dream in the night. I am on a sort of spy mission and staying at these fugitives
houses. We are undercover and they cant know our identity, there is a lot of stress in this dream, but that is all I remember really.

Thoughts
I had another dream not too long ago involving gators.