Oct 13, 2005 01:18
I had another dream about a snake. This time I dreamt that there was this man, a really strange man who was carrying a snake. He kept pushing this snake towards me and telling me to take it, cause it was mine. I kept telling him, hel no that thing isn't mine, and was he crazy. He kept pushing it and insisting that I take the snake from him because it most certainly was mine. The snake he was carrying was wild and furious, and was winding itself up on his arm and forearm and gnashing it's fangs, with one final push he shoved it towards me, and I threw my hands out in front of me in defense of this action when the snake bit down on me, really sinking its fangs deep in my flesh. I swear that it hurt like hel. I screamed and watched as the venom of the snake shot out through the side of it's head, and not into me at all, and then I grabbed the snake by its head and began to twist it's neck, I could feel it's bones breaking in its neck. And still it bit on, not releasing it's grip on me, all the while venom squirted from the side of its head. Then I stuck my fingers in the side of it's mouth and began to twist it's mouth and felt it's jaw break, but the snake regenerated. It shook it's head and then his head and neck became whole again. The man continued to insist that this snake was mine and that I should take it. Then I woke up.
I had said my usual prayers before I dreamed this, and in my prayers I have asked that I dream of my fetch. I fear, ohhhh how I fear that this snake is my fetch. I fear because I am very, very scared of snakes. I mean, I am absolutely petrified of snakes. I need to ask before I sleep whether or not this is my fetch, and if it is to prove that it is my fetch. The thought sends chills down my scarey assed spine!