Wrestling the snake

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I had a dream during naptime today. I was at my parents house. They were out, my sister and Gramma were there. There were some cardboard boxes by the fireplace in the back of the house. I think I was sitting on the floor for a bit. When I got up I noticed there had been a rattlesnake behind me the whole time. Thought it was weird that it didn't attack me. Shrugged it off and walked around the boxes to the fireplace stoop, and stood up there. Saw the snake was still there. I thought...yick, then it shot at me. Remembering what the news always told me, if a rattlesnake attacks, grab it by the head. And I did. My right thumb was on top of it's head, the rest of my hand wrapped around the back of it's bottom jaw, throat, my left hand holding it by its throat. The bastard is squirming to get free, and thrashing it's head trying to bite me. I successfully fulfilled the first part of surviving a rattlesnake attack, but couldn't remember what to do next. If I try tossing it or let it go it's gonna take that deadly nip. So, I held on. I'm obviously a-scared it's gonna whip itself loose and bite me, and I holler to Gramma to call someone. Cops, animal control, 911, poison control. She kinda shuffles along, and casually calls people that wouldn't be able to help. This snake is still thrashing around, a few times it almost weaseled its way out of my grip, but I adjusted my grip while trying not to let go. My sister is telling me to go to the door. So, I go to the arcadia door in the living room. It starts to twist it's bottom jaw, like there's a hidden joint in the middle of it trying to bite me. I take it to the front door. My sister holds the door open as my Gramma watches TV. But again, I can't chuck this out the door. If I let go it'll get me. I keep holding, it's still thrashing, still trying to bite me. As I'm griping it, it starts to get blacker and blacker. And it gets stiffer and cracklier. Yet it was still squirming around with all the force it had before. It's fangs started to break off like brittle old plastic. Even after it's last fang fell off, and they were long-ass fangs, I still held on, it still thrashed. It got blacker, and grew black spikes on top of it's head with yellow tips like some kind of big lizzard. At this point I tried throwing it out the back arcadia door. But it thrashed in the air so that it spun right back in my hand. I did it again and closed the door fast, but no luck. It launched right back into my hand before I shut the door. Tried it a few more times trying to close the door faster each time. But even if I got the door shut nearly all the way, it still shoved its way back in.
At some point I got rid of it. Went back to the fireplace stoop. Said, "phooooo," and that's when, back in rattlesnake form, it launched out of nowhere and bit into the top of my head. It didn't have it's fangs, so it was just the force of its jaws that grabbed me, so I was able to pull it off. And it started all over again. It was around this time I woke up.