A green, elongated, legless with deadly eyes has been chasing me for hours. I know what it is. I know it can cause my death. I’m so terrified, I couldn’t even scream for help. I can still move, run here and there, avoiding to be swallowed, outing for my survival. Then, unexpectedly, the poisonous eyes closed, down to the ground, wheezing and now it has been put inside the box; locked and isolated, probably lifeless.
I saw him. He had the bat. He strikes and killed the venomous snake. He’s my knight in shining armor. I wonder who he was, he wasn’t familiar at all. I never had the chance to thank him, or even asked his name.
When he can still sense that I am still frightened, he unlocked the box and grip the snake out. With his strong hand, he jiggled it and said, “see, it’s dead”.
I glared at it, making sure it would never come back to me. But all of a sudden the dead serpent turned into a human being – the face of the person I truly hate; the gossiper, the traitor, the pretender and self-righteous ex-friend.
I know, she’s always been the serpent.
I woke up with the happy hiss. I’m glad she was dead in my dream.