Today I drove to Stanford to meet Lydia. JC was drowsy and wanted to rest, so she invited me for coffee at the Parisian café. She ordered a sandwich, and I got a latte and a petit choux. We wandered around with our food, looking for a calm, pleasant place to sit. As we passed beneath wooden beams draped with hanging plants, I suddenly remembered my dream and told her about it.
As we kept walking under a bright blue sky, surrounded by white flowers (just like in my dream) I started to wonder when the snakes would appear.
We settled in front of the fountain, under the shade of an umbrella. I took a bite of my pastry while Lydia unwrapped her sandwich and lifted it to her mouth. She was about to take a bite when suddenly she shrieked, “AAAAAH!… There’s a hair in my sandwich!”
I leaned in and saw a long black hair trapped between the lettuce and the cheese, dangling like a snake trying to escape from the mouth of its predator.
I believe this is the non-threatening (yet threatening) snake of my dream.
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