♪: nirvana - polly

Last night I had a nightmare.
There were snakes in the house. We had this funky boa constrictor who I caught and released without a problem. The releasing part is tricky. You hold them by their heads, trying desperately trying not to get bit and you have to throw them out the backdoor.
After finally ridding of the boa, I caught another one. This time the one I had caught was poisonous. It had red, black and red little squares all over it's body. Despite its head being trapped in my pincher fingers, it would wedge itself loose and circle its head around, attempting to bite me.
I felt the anxiety of it trying to bite me. I continued to think I would die, I would die.
Getting very scared and just wanting it out my house so I could rest, I threw it out my backdoor and as I did, its head hit my finger and it bit me.
I screamed, "The fucker bit me, oh god, it bit me."
I ran to my parents who, my mother asked to see and my dad rolled his eyes, from the bed, saying, "I told you to swing it out with the tail."
My mother yelled something, I couldn't hear her over my sobbing. I started to feel light-headed. I felt nauseous and I really needed to go to the hospital.
I squinted my eyes at him, heart racing and my face red and wet. "I can't believe the fucker bit me."
I looked down at my finger, "Yeah, right here, he bit me right here."
There were fang bites and I remember thinking, 'I need to go to the hospital.'
My mom yelled at me, "Heather, I'm not going to tell you again, get the first aid kit!"
She pointed to the door.
I woke up to Princess meowing and staring at me. And a full bladder.