31 Oct 2025
Dream
I had just gotten back from a trip. I  went to my dad's place first and discovered that my aunt -- his sister -- had paid him a surprise visit while I was on vacation and was getting ready to go back home. For some reason, my dad had gotten a cobra for the day to entertain my aunt. It was supposed to be relatively tame, but it started acting up: flaring it's hood, hissing at people, striking at them. My dad was holding the snake and standing next to me. The cobra kept hissing and striking at him, but instead of biting my dad, it accidentally bit it's own coiled body.
I got scared. I don't like snakes when they're up close and personal anyways, let alone an angry deadly snake less than a foot away. I looked at my dad and told him that I was scared, and asked if he could please get rid of the cobra. Put it in a container, send it back to whomever he was renting it from, I did not care so long as it wasn't near me anymore.  My dad agreed, put the cobra down, and left the room to get something. With him gone, the cobra turned it's anger on me. 
I shrunk against the wall, trying to wedge myself into a corner between the wall and a piece of furniture. I didn't move much -- i was already against the wall -- to avoid attracting the cobra attention more. I didn't want to instigate it, or trigger it's predator instincts: I didn't want to incite it to strike me. 
It lunged. It's fangs sunk into the top of my bare right foot, at the base of my toes. It ripped itself back. A geyser of blood erupted from the wound, shooting almost as high as I was tall. I started screaming for my dad.
"Daddy!!!!!!" I haven't called him that since I was a preteen, but that's what I kept screaming.
He didn't return. There was a puddle of dark blood expanding around my foot. The blood kept gushing out of my foot, a steady geyser not loosing pressure. The blood puddle kept growing. I was alone, ignored. I was still in the house, in the same spot, but it was like all the guests, my dad, and the snake weren't there. Or maybe it was like I'd just turned invisible, and no one could see or hear me. 
I was getting woozy. I needed to go to the hospital. I was terrified I was going to die. My blood wasn't clotting. No one was coming to help.  I'd stopped screaming for my dad at some point.
I woke up.
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