Interesting, I'm enjoying this '' vein '' so i'll go in a little deeper.Few years ago i caught a fever,wasn't a drastic thing and pretty easily managed aswell as these things can be. but at night time, my head started going. Anyways i fall asleep, and it was one of those ( i dreamt that i was dreaming ) numbers. Having spent alot of time in a museum i had grown fond of relics, so i had a real life sized Claymore sword on my wall next to my bed.
anyways during this dream of witch i was dreaming, the black sheath turned into a snakes body and slithered its way under my covers, i start thumping at it as if it's really there. now, at some point, this dream had turned into an hallucination of sorts, because i had actually sprung back into reality thumping at my bed convinced there was a snake there. my old man came rushing in because at this point i was making a racket and letting fly with language that would make the devil himself blush. i was going for it.
But ever since then snakes, * pun alert * have from time to time slithered their way into my dreams, but oddly enough, they never attack me,actually am not sure the one that came from the sheath was going to attack me. everytime i see one in my dream i kinda just accept it. but i find it odd to why they have stayed.
Actually since then, i've studied some snake stuff, lightly not intense. and i've got a respect and understanding of the snake, nothing remotely like a fear for them. In the same way they'd rather stay away from humans i'd stay clear of them. but it is odd.
And in a Jensen button style attempt to stop this post from oversteering, i'll just jerk the wheel and say yea, wonder what possesses the people on that site to stuff dead animals of all wich have their own unique beauty and gifts into little glass gear knobs.
