I was outside in the backyard with Hunni and walking around. For some reason grandpa's apartment hadn't been built, yet, and the old fence from when I was a really little kid was there. It was really flimsy.
Some other kid was there, a boy with orange hair, but I don't know who he was or why he was there.
I was standing in an area that today, in reality, is covered by grandpa's apartment. Hunni was sniffing around close by. I don't really know what that boy was doing, but he was off somewhere a little further away.
There was an area at the corner of where I was standing, at the corner of the house under the window (which is now no longer there due to the building of grandpa's apartment) that was mostly hidden by a rock that had been there so long it was now part of the ground itself. Grass was around it and semi-high. The rest of the yard's grass was cut short.
I looked down there and saw the grass rustle inside the little hollow area protected by the rock. Thinking it was a frog, I was about to investigate, when I heard the tell-tale hiss of a snake. My eyes went wide, I'd never seen a "wild" snake before and I had never heard of one being in our backyard before.
I quickly walked away. I don't know why, but instead of picking Hunni up I just called to her and expected her to follow. She did not. Instead, she went to investigate and got bitten! I ran over and picked her up and took her away from the area.
The boy in the yard went over and picked up the snake. It was huge, long and thick and dark, hunter green. It had markings, but I don't remember what they were. They were black, whatever they were. I don't know if he got bitten, but that was the last I saw of him or the snake.
I went inside to tell my mother and grandfather what had happened. I can't drive and an immediate trip to the vet was necessary. But, for some reason neither of them wanted to do it, despite the fact that Hunni's chest was bleeding and her right forepaw was swollen so much that the toes were bent due to the amount of swelling. Something about the cost. But, when Hunni started to act twitchy and made me worry she was going to have a seizure of some sort, they finally decided to.
Mom was suddenly just gone, nowhere to be seen. Grandpa drove me in his red car, the last one he'd owned before he died. He was grumbling and being mean about having to drive us and having to go to the vet (at least I thought it was mean) the whole way. I remember being surprised at his attitude.
When we got to the vet, I think it was in the old McDonald's building (which is now a China Garden Buffet in reality). I brought Hunni inside and she seemed less like she wanted to seize, so while I was still scared and worried for her, I was a little relieved.
The weighed her and for some reason she was 10 pounds! She is only supposed to weigh 5. The vet called her weight grotesque and I was very worried he might not let me have her back. I promised that she would go on a diet and after a bit we went to a large room with a lot of other (young) people and there was a huge television about the size of one wall. I don't know what I was supposed to watch in there or why (by the way, when I say we I mean Hunni and I. Grandpa did not enter the vet's building with us).
I guess time soon skipped in the dream, because suddenly I was outside and being driven home holding a much-obviously better Hunni. The car was the same red one, but I think the driver was now a younger version of my grandpa, although he was in a much better mood. He was also wearing my grandfather's black Stetson. I was not surprised by any of this in the dream, however.
I told him about the experiences in the vet's and of being afraid they would take Hunni away from me due to her weight and how it was supposedly like me gaining "100-some pounds," although I don't know where I came up with that.
When we got home I told Mom that Hunni was okay and let her see her. And, I told her of my worry of the vet not allowing me to keep her due to her weight, and the analogy I'd used with the younger version of grandpa (although he was nowhere to be seen at the moment, I don't think he came into the house with me).
And, then, I woke up. Really, really odd. o.O;; I don't know where this dream came from. I swear, my mind does strange things when it is unoccupied. I never used to even remember my dreams way back when, but now I remember them pretty often.
Some other kid was there, a boy with orange hair, but I don't know who he was or why he was there.
I was standing in an area that today, in reality, is covered by grandpa's apartment. Hunni was sniffing around close by. I don't really know what that boy was doing, but he was off somewhere a little further away.
There was an area at the corner of where I was standing, at the corner of the house under the window (which is now no longer there due to the building of grandpa's apartment) that was mostly hidden by a rock that had been there so long it was now part of the ground itself. Grass was around it and semi-high. The rest of the yard's grass was cut short.
I looked down there and saw the grass rustle inside the little hollow area protected by the rock. Thinking it was a frog, I was about to investigate, when I heard the tell-tale hiss of a snake. My eyes went wide, I'd never seen a "wild" snake before and I had never heard of one being in our backyard before.
I quickly walked away. I don't know why, but instead of picking Hunni up I just called to her and expected her to follow. She did not. Instead, she went to investigate and got bitten! I ran over and picked her up and took her away from the area.
The boy in the yard went over and picked up the snake. It was huge, long and thick and dark, hunter green. It had markings, but I don't remember what they were. They were black, whatever they were. I don't know if he got bitten, but that was the last I saw of him or the snake.
I went inside to tell my mother and grandfather what had happened. I can't drive and an immediate trip to the vet was necessary. But, for some reason neither of them wanted to do it, despite the fact that Hunni's chest was bleeding and her right forepaw was swollen so much that the toes were bent due to the amount of swelling. Something about the cost. But, when Hunni started to act twitchy and made me worry she was going to have a seizure of some sort, they finally decided to.
Mom was suddenly just gone, nowhere to be seen. Grandpa drove me in his red car, the last one he'd owned before he died. He was grumbling and being mean about having to drive us and having to go to the vet (at least I thought it was mean) the whole way. I remember being surprised at his attitude.
When we got to the vet, I think it was in the old McDonald's building (which is now a China Garden Buffet in reality). I brought Hunni inside and she seemed less like she wanted to seize, so while I was still scared and worried for her, I was a little relieved.
The weighed her and for some reason she was 10 pounds! She is only supposed to weigh 5. The vet called her weight grotesque and I was very worried he might not let me have her back. I promised that she would go on a diet and after a bit we went to a large room with a lot of other (young) people and there was a huge television about the size of one wall. I don't know what I was supposed to watch in there or why (by the way, when I say we I mean Hunni and I. Grandpa did not enter the vet's building with us).
I guess time soon skipped in the dream, because suddenly I was outside and being driven home holding a much-obviously better Hunni. The car was the same red one, but I think the driver was now a younger version of my grandpa, although he was in a much better mood. He was also wearing my grandfather's black Stetson. I was not surprised by any of this in the dream, however.
I told him about the experiences in the vet's and of being afraid they would take Hunni away from me due to her weight and how it was supposedly like me gaining "100-some pounds," although I don't know where I came up with that.
When we got home I told Mom that Hunni was okay and let her see her. And, I told her of my worry of the vet not allowing me to keep her due to her weight, and the analogy I'd used with the younger version of grandpa (although he was nowhere to be seen at the moment, I don't think he came into the house with me).
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