Last night, I was sitting on my bed in my room pondering life, as I so often do. I put my head on my pillow at 11:20 and fell asleep. At 11:21, I was no longer in my room, but I had been transported to a room full of big burly men. These men weren't just any men, but they were undercover FBI agents. Their cover was that they owned a zoo, filled with mostly snakes. I really have no idea what I was doing in that room, and to this day(this morning), I still don't. Maybe I committed a crime or was being kept safe from danger; I don't think I'll ever know.
I'm not really sure why, but, I was sitting on the floor playing with a King Cobra. He seemed friendly enough, until he slipped out of my hand and dropped onto the ground. I don't think he was very happy about this, because he bit my big toe on my right foot. My poor toe was turning a ghastly purple color and no one seemed to be too worried about it. I told the men that they needed to do something about it and take me to the hospital. They said that their red first aide kit was packed away, so someone would have to go find it. Everyone thought that everyone else had already gone to get the box, when in reality, no one was searching for the first aide kit at all.
I was feeling pretty dizzy at this point and had to lay down on the ground. Not only was my big toe purple, but my whole foot was quickly on its way to matching that same color. One of the men came over to inspect my swelling right toe, and he said that my right lung was also bigger than the left one. "Great", I thought, "I'm going to die because either my right foot will fall off and I'll bleed everywhere, or my right lung will burst open." You can imagine the panic that I was feeling at this point, most of it was due to the fact that these FBI agents were not making any moves at all to save me. The last thing I remember was drifting to sleep on the floor. I woke up this morning, in my bed, and frantically checked my toe to see if it was still there before taking myself to the hospital. Yep, still there. My right lung was still intact too! I guess I'll be okay. I'm pretty sure this is the first time someone has been bitten by a king cobra and lived to write a blog about it.
You need Anthony Handal to interpret this dream for you.
ReplyDeleteThis is ironic, because last night I dreamed I was an FBI agent who was trying to help this girl who had been foolishly playing with snakes. But then me and the other agents decided she was getting what she deserved for keeping a king cobra as a pet, so we didn't do anything to help.
ReplyDeleteLucky! I never remember my dreams! I bet there are so many exciting things happening in my dreams, like getting bit by snakes and stuff. Bummer, well I'm glad you shared yours though.
ReplyDeleteWell, Ben, I don't remember my dreams very often either. I remember a couple on average, every year. I seem to remember them only after I eat something sugary, really late at night. Maybe you should eat right before you go to bed every night. I think that would help you with your memory.
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