So last night my dreams were rather vivid. Three parts:
1. I got a snake. The snake bit me nine times on the chest. I got a new snake who had no fangs. The new snake just sucked really angrily on you. Later when I checked out my snake bites in the mirror, they’d become giant zits that released puffs of air when you popped them…then gushed blue Head & Shoulders shampoo. I said to myself, ‘I’d better Google these symptoms to see if I should go to a hospital.’
2. I was leader of a military expedition, and this one fine soldier was begging me to be included. Later that night that soldier turned into a shark (Or rather, had always been one for the purposes of the dream-plot) and was ripped along the belly by a hammerhead. I immobilized the hammerhead with a body-hug while another soldier poked out its eyes. Then soldier-shark recovered and ate the hammerhead. The end.
3. I ended up in a rest area bathroom off the highway. Each stall had a different and ridiculous toilet, like one with a bowl five feet long or a toilet with seven lids, each smaller than the one below it. It was very frustrating.