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I've developed a fear of snakes recently, and I can't understand why. It's mostly due to a few dreams and/or nightmares I've had in the past couple of months. Why I've been dreaming of snakes, I have no idea. But it's beginning to bother me, because the snakes are always menacing and they always aim for me. I woke up in pain awhile back, thinking a snake had struck my ankle with its fangs, and the venom was slowly spreading through my blood stream. I can't look at snakes anymore. They terrify me at this point. And now each dream I have with a snake in it, is automatically labeled as a nightmare.
Last night, I dreamed I was hiking with a few friends. There was a couple people there I didn't know, along with maybe three kids I actually didn't like. There was one boy in particular. I found him extremely obnoxious, and the whole trip I deliberately tried to avoid him. But after awhile of walking through the hills, we all stopped to rest in a grassy meadow. A tree or two here and there. This boy decided to sit down against one of the trees, and something next to it caught my eye, so I approached him cautiously. I asked him a few things, trying to keep him distracted while I examined the object in the grass.
It was a snake. A fairly large one, but nothing extreme. It had no bright colors or anything I could pick out that made it unique. It was just a faded black. Nothing more. It sat coiled up under the shade of the tree, right next to the boy I disliked. But it was acting strangely--it's muscles tensed up and it kept its head lifted in a solid stare--its golden eyes directed away from me. It was glaring at nothing, but I could see it was threatened.
My concern was immediately focused on the boy. No matter how much I hated him, I could not let him get injured. I took one step forward, and told him to get up as slowly as he could, without making any sudden moves. He had to demand why, and when he spoke, the snake next to him flinched and let out a threatening hiss. The boy instantly reacted by jumping to his feet and he began to scream.
The snake moved for him and struck once, but missed. I backed away as carefully as I could, telling the boy to stop making so much noise. Yet he continued to scream--only agitating the reptile further. But for some reason, it directed its agitation toward me. It moved quickly, slithering through the grass right for my feet. I turned and ran, but it was able to keep up with me. I sprinted for the nearest tree, and climbed up as fast as I could. This is where things got strange.
Never in my life have I heard of a snake that actually waited to kill someone. It circled the tree like a vulture soars over its dying prey. The other kids tried to help me--tried to direct its hate toward them, just so I could climb down. But it moved so fast, they couldn't keep up with it. It merely darted for them, driving them back, and then came back for me. It only wanted me, and I just couldn't figure out why. After growing impatient from waiting for me to come down, it decided it would try to attack me again.
I didn't know snakes could leap like that.
Like a spring, it shot itself from the grass and flew right for me. It bit me in my back, just under my right shoulder blade. It fell back to the ground and then tried it again. It sunk its fangs into my elbow this time, and I was bleeding. I didn't know if it was poisonous, I couldn't tell. But everyone was screaming. When the snake struck me again in my calf, I lost my hold on the tree and fell.
The last thing I remember, before waking up, was that snake and my friends. They ran for me, and the snake began to attack them as well. It bit a few of them, and the screams grew louder. When they were too upset to go for me again, the snake turned on me. Its golden eyes glared into mine, and I could feel the hatred pouring out of them. It was going to kill me then.
I woke up wondering why it even went for me in the first place. I never wanted to upset it. In fact, I had done my best to leave the creature in peace. But that one boy....he was the death of me. I tried to save him, but he killed me by not listening. Why didn't he listen?
 Singing Seraph · Thu Jul 08, 2010 @ 10:43pm · 2 Comments |
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