Dream A Little Dream

I'm going to tell you about a dream I had last night.

Tell me what you think it means.

It's bedtime, and I'm getting ready for bed. There's a storm outside, very bad.

It's morning now.

I wake up and head to the bathroom for a shower. I hang my towel and, still groggy from sleep, I'm wondering how come I can see through the ceiling. I see trees and whatnots.

Hmm..

Then I hear a hiss.

I see it on the corner, perched where a little bit of the ceiling it still intact. Had the roof been ripped off during the storm? I suppose so.

I can see the snake, but not the head. Damn.

I notice something else. It's between me and the door. Double damn.

I see the head, it's reared to strike.

I try to move to the door. It strikes. I dodge. Miss!

But not the second time. It sinks its teeth in the flesh between my thumb and index finger of my right hand.

I grab it's neck with my other hand, pull it off and hold on to it as I run from the bathroom, looking for my mother. I find instead my two maids, and they're screaming and I scream along with them. It was a beautiful chorus. =D

My mother, brother-in-law and sister come a-running, eyes bugged as they see what I have in my hands. My brother-in-law takes the snake away from me.

I promptly fainted.

I came to just as a doctor finished bandaging my hand. I feel awful. Funnily enough, all I can think about that would make me happy was shisha. I was craving it. (Paya, I have you to thank for this, I think.)

I lay down there a long time, slipping in and out of consciousness.

I felt safe.

Then I finally woke up, but something was wrong. I didn't feel safe anymore. I think that was due to the fact that I could see a gazillion spiders crawling around in the room.

My housemate Ann then knocks on the door. I wake up.

I felt a faint throbbing on my left hand, I glanced at it and see that it didn't have twin holes poked through it. Hmm...