more unpleasant sleeps

Lately my subconscious has been blessed with creepy adaptations of my own creative arbitrary fears, which makes each night a roller coaster of my most hated emotions. Over the weekend- *the weekend- a seemingly relaxing period of time where the body can re-cap, re-assess, and re-energize- my body was throwing itself into a fit of turmoil, causing me to have a slight anxiety attack in the morning, and anyone I tell probably thinks I need medication, since my random thought process has no logic, rhyme, or reason. In cartoon world, this is ok. In real life, it's disturbing.

comic courtesy of www.nataliedee.com

I’m in the beach house, and walk into the bathroom to wash up before cooking dinner for friends. I walk in, and realize my brother had transformed the bathroom into a giant combination aquarium/terrarium where he was letting a gigantic poisonous snake live in the bathtub. I gasp, and quietly turn around to exit the bathroom without freaking out the snake, which was a cobra by the way because it had those big flaps on its head, but to no avail! As I turn, it bites me in the middle of my back, and the poison rushes through my body, taking over all ability to scream or fight back, so writhing in pain, I slink to the floor and slowly get the energy to reach back to try to push the snake away. I grabbed its head, which is a strange contorted position since I was facing the other way, but whatever, and pried its fangs from my flesh. And SHWOP! It latches those gross dangly dripping with poison fang things into my hand! I’m wondering when someone will come find me, wondering if it’ll be before I pass out or get swallowed- in case he turned into a boa constrictor, and suddenly I hear footsteps! Someone peaks in, (I don’t recognize them) and says, “Woah, that sucks, don’t forget- the vegetable of the day is spinach.” I thought we all agreed on broccolini, what the hell is this spinach talk?! I already told everyone it was broccolini!