Dead Worms & Coffee Beans

It’s raining – pouring, in fact, so since gardening is dubious, I suppose writing will have to do (yes, yes, I should be making business calls….)

Is it symbolic, I wonder, that a crispy dead worm, curled almost into a perfect circle, and a flawless coffee bean abide on my bathroom counter top – or at least have for most of today? Both brought in by our 2 ½ year old, lovingly caressed before finding a home while she used the toilet (and then apparently, abruptly forgotten about)…the mocha nugget was given to her this morning at the local coffee shop – spied while she was sitting atop the ledge where I ordered my addiction, it was nestled amongst several others decoratively in a saucer. The young woman serving us allegedly recognized a longing and offered my daughter the bean with a strict “but don’t eat it!”. Which must be confusing when she knows I daily drink liquid made from this little brown treasure?

And the worm? Well, every dead worm (and alive, though those are usually returned to a garden bed or mucky lawn spot to “go find their mommy and daddy who will be worried”) is picked up by our budding scientist. She cradles them, holds them up to our faces, almost cooing “they’re soooooo cute!” And then most of them make their way into our household (later unearthed, pardon the pun, in the pockets of shorts, doll dresses, knapsacks). Last week we revived what she thought to be a deceased invertebrate – a few sprinkles of water, a cool spot beside the freshly-planted tomatoes, and the beefy creature was nowhere to be found half an hour later.

So what do they mean other than: 1) dead things make their way into our home and remain for unlimited amounts of time (which states quite clearly my standard of housecleaning abilities); 2) our life consists of poisonous caffeinated potions and crusty no-longer-wiggling “ornaments” and other such fondly clutched oddities that are on display in the most-used room in the house; 3) unlike her mother, our daughter is a collector (yikes!)? Here’s what I uncovered on the internet (“’googling’ doesn’t mean research” as Dan Brown would say and though I am in agreement, here are some entertaining “answers” to what worms and coffee beans just may be confessing about my/our life….)

According to http://www.dreamsleep.net/worms_dream_meaning.html
“Psychological Meaning: These may be phallic symbols. Associated with dirt and decay worms may indicate that you have negative attitude to sex. Alternatively, they may symbolise helplessness. If you feel downtrodden and oppressed, perhaps its time for the ‘worm to turn’.
Mystical Meaning: Dream books claim that worms are a danger of infectious diseases. If you dream of destroying worms, you will receive money.”

http://users.netnitco.net/~legend01/worm.htm “Worms are symbolic of death and the grave, yet they are also connected with rebirth, transformation, and transition.” [nope, not me at all?!?]

http://www.experienceproject.com/dream-dictionary/Coffee-dreams To dream of drinking coffee, denotes the disapproval of friends toward your marriage intentions. If married, disagreements and frequent quarrels are implied. To dream of dealing in coffee, portends business failures. If selling, sure loss. Buying it, you may with ease retain your credit. For a young woman to see or handle coffee she will be made a by-word if she is not discreet in her actions. To dream of roasting coffee, for a young woman it denotes escape from evil by luckily marrying a stranger. To see ground coffee, foretells successful struggles with adversity. Parched coffee, warns you of the evil attentions of strangers. Green coffee, denotes you have bold enemies who will show you no quarter, but will fight for your overthrow.

Hmmmmm…and I surmised a simple lack of cleanliness???