the importance of snakes
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Can I just say that since my snake in the stairs episode, I’ve been having nightmares. And no, these nightmares are not filled with Weeping Angels or Zombies, but Harry Potter type snakes.
Run away screaming.
I am serious — EVERY NIGHT this week, I’ve been terrorized with dreams of large snakes attacking me, or my personal snake crawling in the window and eating me. And let’s not forget about the dream where two large snakes started eating all my neighbors and I had to save them with my sword.
So now that you understand about my snake fear, you’ll understand why I screamed when my critique group decided to give me a snake as a late birthday present [did I mention that they celebrated my birthday while I was out of town? Yeah, I got to watch them eat my TARDIS shaped cake via webcam. Thanks guys!]. And then I kept screaming every time someone stuck the snake in my face.
So of course it follows that MORE snakes plagued my dreams that night. Only after a bunch of chasing, I kind of decided I WAS SICK of the whole snake thing. And so I decided I wasn’t scared anymore. And POOF the snakes disappeared.
Which just goes to say that Inception was on to something there.
Meanwhile, I have a pet wooden snake that I’m not sure what to do with. Everywhere I’ve set it has startled me. So I’m thinking of getting a wire cage. Because a wooden snake can’t scare me if it is behind bars. Or glass.
But seriously, I love my group!