I've been dreaming about snakes. Large, neon-hued, bulging bellied, quick as dart snakes, popping up all over my house. They spring up vertically from the floorboards, they're there and then they're gone as I frantically try to grab them to squeeze by the throats until they go limp. There's no return to the wild scenario here, I want those snakes dead, I'm furious at them disturbing the peace and having the run of my house. I am frantic, angry and hell-bent in my dreams, I don't flee the scene, I want those motherfuckers.
It doesn't take a genius to analyze these dreams. I'm a little disappointed in my subconscious, that It couldn't conjure a more creative metaphor for cancer cells. None the less, I'm starting chemo tomorrow... it's time to grab those fat boys by the throat, they've trespassed long enough. Time to get down to business, snakes beware!