I don't normally dream as I pretty much know right off the bat when I am dreaming and wake up out of it comletely or start playing around with the dream by 'altering' it with a semi-concious mind which sorta ruins the whole spontenaity of it all. However, last week was a bit weird even for me.
I've never had any dreams about snakes let alone venomous snakes in the past so this was totally new ground for me...sharks yes, snakes no.
I have NO clue what my subconcious was trying to put out but even though I knew it was a dream this was one of those rare times I actually couldn't alter it for some reason lol.
It all started with something about having a party at the house, inviting people from work and friends over, but ended up having only one person show up. I got bored with it all and somehow I suddenly find myself in Walmart of all places and am looking at some cages that are sitting on shelves on the endcap of an isle. On the very top shelf is a 20 gallon long tank with a graybanded kingsnake in it for sale for $35. I was like cool, i know someone who wants one of those and that was a good price. I reach up and pull the tank off the shelf and set it on the floor to open it up so that I could get the snake out take a closer look at it (I mean come on.. $35 for a full grown grayband almost too good to be true so I wanted a close look at it). Suddenly, there are a handful of friends standing next to me. Friend #1 tries to help me by going into the cage and pulling out a snake and handing it to me to hold only it's not the grayband, but a different snake. Until that moment I could have sworn the cage only had a single snake in it - the grayband. Also, when I first saw the tank on the shelf the snake had a single wooden branch in the tank with carpet for the substrate and a blue water bowl, but suddenly it changed and was now a full fledge vivaria type setup. Then Friend #1 digs around and pulls out a full grown normal corn snake and hands it to Friend #2 to hold while Friend #1 goes back to looking through the branches, silkplants and mulch and such for the dang grayband I wanted to examine. Somewhere in all this I remember seeing a medium size monitor lizard, but can't remember if it was in the same cage or I just happened to be looking at a different cage at that point. Ok, there I am standing around holding a flawless bright yellow snake. The snake is very calmly wrapped around my hand. I remember offhandly looking at the snake and thinking oh what a nice pretty color and such a wide head but then there was a 'wrong' feeling to it all.. it takes me a long 5 minutes of thinking on this before it dawns on me as I look closer - I am holding an eyelash viper! I remember going somewhat cold and getting worried but not actually panicking. I then started asking around for anyone to please PLEASE find me an empty cage right this very second so I can put the snake into it only to have everyone just look at me perplexed lol. I knew it was a wasted effort to even try to explain to them that what I was holding (free handling) was a venomous snake. Finally I suddenly see an empty cage next to the other cage on the floor and carefully get the snake into the empty cage and put a screen top onto it and a sigh of relief. The snake never struck or acted in an agressive manner.. very nice calm snake actually. Then I got very irate over the fact that Walmart would have the nerve to house a venomous snake in a cage with other snakes that people could easily get into (nevermind the fact that they were selling it in the first place let alone that they had a kingsnake housed with other snakes). All I wanted at that point was to get the top of the cage holding the viper taped down and take it out of the store and get it into safe hands (ie a professional hot keeper at the reptile house at the zoo or something). Then while looking around for a store manager to berate I had thoughts about possibly filing a lawsuit ROFL...then I woke up. Dangit..now that I think about it, I never did get a chance to examine that damn graybanded before it all ended... it was still buried under the mulch substrate.
I don't keep venomous snakes. I don't handle venomous snakes. I don't want to keep venomous snakes. I know my limits. But, as I said before I'd be damned if I knew what was going on inside my head the other night. Hell I don't even shop at walmart. Out of all the 'friends' I vaguely remember standing around me only one made sense to me when it came to the whole 'snake' issue the rest didn't fit.
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DP