the last thing to happen in my dream last/this morning was this:
i was at my father’s house, with my older brother (alex). i brought a small snake into the house earlier, thinking it was cute, but became to scared to pick it up and take it outside. it slithered all around the lounge-room, at top speed. scared for mine and alex’s safety, i was set on killing the tiny serpent. i couldn’t find anything to hit it with, and i was getting really worried. at last i finally found a weapon. insect spray. i aimed and fired. success! but the excitement of actually hitting the target for once quickly rubbed off, as the snake’s little head started to melt away and bubble. it was horrific. it was disturbing. i had to look away, and when i did, i woke up.