Dreams of falling in a pit of snakes
Unable to move unable to get a grip
Hundreds of color shapes and sizes
Slithering jumping and hissing
In a hole six feet beneath
Twisting and curling a twig I can't reach still lying
Unable to stand
One reacts strait for my face
Quick enough I smacked it a way
Reaching and reaching I gradually  get a hold of
The branch I slowly tug
Poisines fangs i see the sight of their teeth
Slithering and squirming
No of them have tried to attack
Slowly I rise not one of them react
Heart is racing I'm shaking
No way to defend and it's my only way out
If this branch don't hold
I'll be stuck untold
With these cold blooded creatures
Who have no heart
If I fall back in they will be ready to tare me apart
I usually like to see the end of my dream
But I woke my self up
And didn't want to see
But I know what it's about
And I'm half way in to deep
Granted it's the way it started
I live for my dreams they've  helped me a lot
But some of these dreams had me feel like I was put on the spot
As long as I understand I know what that branch is
And who the snakes are not