I don't know what happened the first time, but I was just about to post a dream I just had. It started after my dog (I think) woke me up somewhere around 2 am, so it's not very long. I was down in my room, here in my parents' basement.
Doesn't that sound so bad? Living in my parents' basement? but I guess it's a bit better when you add that I'm going to school and I'm engaged.
So here I am, with my little green buddy, and we're playing some sort of video game, as we have a tendency to do. This long, off-white snake crawls out from under my bed or from somewhere around there. It slithers over into my closet, and up over my clothes. My little green buddy doesn't see it, I'm backing up and standing up on my bed. I'm about to tell him there's a snake, but my dog Mini comes in and sees it drop to the closet floor. She barks, the snake strikes and misses, and my little green buddy jumps over to the closet and starts waving his arms, accosting the snake. I jump over there and get between him and it as it coils up to strike, and catch it as it lunges out. I've got it by the throat and I close my eyes becuase I think it may be about to spit its venom at me. Then I decide it must not be one of those spitting snakes, so I take it upstairs trying to find somewhere to throw it or otherwise relieve myself of this horrible creature. I'm making my way up to the top floor intending to throw it out the window when it occurrs to me that it would probably come back into my house or go into someone else's house, so I've got to do something else with it.
About this time, I'm in a video game, and there's these nasty bird things flying back and forth across the screen as I'm trying to get to a cliff from which I'm going to throw the snake, sending it hurtling to a squishy demise. While jumping over a small pit, I'm struck in the back by one of the birds. I lose a life and start back in my bedroom.
This time my little green buddy isn't there. My older sister Wreath is there in my room, playing video games. She doesn't see the snake, but I do. First I'm scared, but then the snake starts coming straight at her. I jump down too late. It's got her by the arm. Long fangs are pumping venom into her flesh. I panic a bit, then grab the snake by the neck and pry its jaws open and get it off her arm. I can tell she's already getting woozy as I try to dial 911. Then I wake up.
Does this have anything to do with a lasting dislike for WhiteSnake? Actually, I don't know what their music sounds like, I just don't think they could've been any good. The worst thing about this dream is that now I'm feeling jumpy just sitting in my own bedroom. Try not to have any nightmares that take place in your bedroom. It's not very cool.
Jer