(via 6oh)
I had yet another dream about a snake.
Andy and I had put many different kinds of creatures in his tarantula’s cage for dinner, and when we went to check on it later, the tarantula hadn’t touched anything. We asked him why he didn’t eat any of it. The tarantula, whom Andy named Harry Henderson, told us, “I’m not eating this shit.” So we asked him what he would rather eat, ants or crickets? He told us ants. While we were preparing his dinner, he kept trying to get out, and I kept putting him back.
When I turned my back, two giant snakes crawled out of the cage as well as Harry. One snake immediately charged at Andy, while Harry and the other snake disappeared somewhere in my house. We spent all night trying to capture them and keep them away from my pets because they surely would have been dead on the spot from a snake bite. Andy killed one snake and I grabbed the other by his neck and silently thanked Jeff Corwin for teaching me how to handle a snake.
We somehow ended up at Circus Circus at some freak show and apparently I won a prize for catching the snake. I was grasping his neck so hard he literally deflated. As a prize, I got a picket sign that said I triumphed over a snake. Then we had to climb down 200 feet of monkey bars to leave The Adventure Dome.
There was a 15 year old girl who tried to hook up with Andy but he turned her down. She was at my house for some reason and started crying when she saw us kiss and I just ignored her.