My Spirit/Totem Animal Died in my Dream Last Night

Crocodiles have been visiting me in my dreams for the past 20+ years. Stopping by once every month or 2. Sometimes I am a bit timid or nervous in the dreams, but never truly afraid. The crocodile has never harmed me and I only once remember one coming after me as I ran through the forest, that dream was 20 years ago. Last night, for the first time in one of these crocodile dreams, the crocodile died. It makes me a little sad. I feel like there is meaning in this and I will have to think on it some more. I’ll be curious to see if the crocodile ever visits me again. (I did have a dream almost 2 weeks ago with million year old petrified crocodiles, but that was different. It seemed to represent ancient reptilian energy, not death of a crocodile.)

Dream:

I was on a front stoop in front of a house. It’s just a concrete slab with a couple steps. I was there with a friend M and one of her daughters. All the sudden there was a large crocodile and his big giant head was a foot away from us. It just appeared on the stoop. I remember saying is that okay? That seems dangerous? Should we go inside? The crocodile was moving his head around on the stoop sniffing, looking for stuff. It wasn’t really bothering us, but it was very close. We wanted to get inside, but the door was closed. We were a little nervous about drawing attention to ourselves by getting the door open. But then we got inside the house.

Later, I was telling people about the crocodile and how it was only a foot away from me. At one point a young girl, maybe M’s daughter, is teasing the crocodile outside. She’s banging on the glass which makes the crocodile bang its head on the glass and paw at the glass. I tell her to stop because I’m afraid the crocodile will break the glass and come into the house.

Later, M says the crocodile is dead. It died from being over heated or starving or something out on the porch. She says after it died the cat attacked its dead body. It scratched it all up and dragged it into the house. I see the crocodiles dead body. There is blood and scratches all over its belly. It is a little sad and disturbing. I am surprised by the croc’s death. For some reason I want to photo it. I want to capture how large this thing is to tell people the story about how I was only a foot away from it when it was alive. I take a photo of it and in the camera it shows up as a jazz band. It looks like an old time photo. It’s brown and fuzzy, especially around the edges. As if the photo is capturing a window into the past through the crocodile. There are 5 or 6 people in the jazz band. Many brass instruments. I’m very confused by this. I photo the croc a few more times and each time the exact same photo of the jazz band comes up. I think this is very bizarre. The only thing I can figure is the jazz band is the spirit of the crocodile being captured in the photo.

(I’ve had 2 other dreams I can remember where I took a picture of something. In 1 the picture looked normal. In the other, I was photoing my family and the spirit of my dead father appeared in the photo of us. In the dream, I took it to mean that my Dad was watching over us)