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Snakes in my House

Nightmare | August 12, 2010

In this dream I lived in some suburban house and I was dozing on the back porch in the late evening. Behind me was a small yard of grass and a barbecue area. The back part of the house curved in a semi-circular shape.

I was awoken by a buddy coming out from the house. It was dark and a dull haze made details indistinct. He was carrying a rattler in a pair of tongs with which you might flip a steak on the grill. The snake was quite pissed off. It hissed and lunged its head at me, snapping its sharp teeth.

“Dude, I found this snake in my room!”

We were suddenly startled back by the sound of hissing at our feet. Something was coiling on the wooden flooring in the twilight. [ Read more...]

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