Location: Columbus, Ohio
I dreamed one night that I became friends with three Mexican teenagers. The teenagers informed me that they were part of a rural tribal gang. After talking for a while, they invited me to a rave that their tribe was throwing. Once there, I began drinking alcohol with everyone. As a result of this, I became really drunk, and to help me, the gang kept making me eat spoonfuls of dry Yerba Mate leaves all night, in an attempt to sober me up. Eventually morning came, and as I was walking home I encountered two snakes, one enormous black snake and a small striped snake. Frightened, I ran back to where the tribe was staying and told one of the three teenagers about the snakes I’d seen. He then proceeded to go and kill them, unfortunately the large black snake had followed me and at that point, it bit me. Believing I had been poisoned by it’s bite, I ran to meet him and the rest of the tribe who were gathered around the little one and were about to kill it. To my surprise, they informed me that the black snake wasn’t poisonous, so I should stop worrying and for a moment, I thought everything was going to be okay. At that exact moment, the little snaked lunged up and bit my hand, right between my thumb and index finger. Now, all of the tribe members looked at me in dismay. “You’re going to die now,” one of them told me. In disbelief, I peered down at my hand, which was still in the clutches of the snake’s grasp, attached to my hand like a tick on the back of a dog. All of a sudden, I felt enormous pain and my hand began to shrivel.