A reptile becomes a human to assist me, especially in being with what’s here. The human is first female, then male. Afterwards he/she goes back to being a reptile again.
It seems that the reptile is alive, and yet also decorative, part of an Arabic looking pattern on a wall or floor. It turns into a human and assists me, mostly by just being there and showing support, and is first a woman, and as she/he leaves, is a man, before turning back into a reptile.
The simplest way of looking at this may be that reptilian parts of me – more instinctual, primal – now support the process of being with and welcoming what’s here, including very primal fears.