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Jun. 21st, 2001 03:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaI had the most absurd, yet scariest nightmare in a long while last night. I was shown different rooms with stuffed toy animals (teddy bears, plush wolves, and the like), and was going along fine, until I came into full of stuffed toy cobras. I screamed for someone to get me out. As it turned out, I screamed in real time too, scaring Sivan out of his wits. He says he was close to having a heart attack with my screaming. Afterwards, I was shaking so badly that it took two hours to get some sleep. And what the hell was I afraid of?
I thought of this monologue while trying to calm myself down.
I hate cobras. Snakes I can deal with, I even held a python once. Bigger predators--you don't bother them, and they won't bother you.
Cobras are so noticable and unpredictable to me, and even though I know the northeast is not the type of climate for them, I am so scared of finding one under my bed, under my blanket, deciding I am a nuisence, and biting me. I feel little twinges of pain and numbness, which I imagine would be like poison.
I never want to go anywhere those things are. Not India, not Egypt, not the local zoo. Shit, whose to say that one couldn't break out and go looking for rats and other good things? Whose to say that one of these hooded bastards won't attack my little toe?
I hate cartoon representations of them, hated seeing one of them as a Pokemon card. Those things are not fucking ornaments. They are the sharks of the ground.
Some nights, I work myself in a frenzy, I have to reassure myself that everything is as it is, that I won't get bitten, that the hissing I hear is just the radiator. I have no idea if they would attack me. They'd probably see me screaming and running to the highest place I can find, decide I am not a mouse, get bored, and slither away.
I better a ferret would be nice to have. Saw them in a pet store, all cute and furry and sleepy while their albino cousin ran around the cage. A ferret would be good to have, good to let sleep in the closet. After all, they are related to the mongoose, and the mongoose kill cobras.
I thought of this monologue while trying to calm myself down.
I hate cobras. Snakes I can deal with, I even held a python once. Bigger predators--you don't bother them, and they won't bother you.
Cobras are so noticable and unpredictable to me, and even though I know the northeast is not the type of climate for them, I am so scared of finding one under my bed, under my blanket, deciding I am a nuisence, and biting me. I feel little twinges of pain and numbness, which I imagine would be like poison.
I never want to go anywhere those things are. Not India, not Egypt, not the local zoo. Shit, whose to say that one couldn't break out and go looking for rats and other good things? Whose to say that one of these hooded bastards won't attack my little toe?
I hate cartoon representations of them, hated seeing one of them as a Pokemon card. Those things are not fucking ornaments. They are the sharks of the ground.
Some nights, I work myself in a frenzy, I have to reassure myself that everything is as it is, that I won't get bitten, that the hissing I hear is just the radiator. I have no idea if they would attack me. They'd probably see me screaming and running to the highest place I can find, decide I am not a mouse, get bored, and slither away.
I better a ferret would be nice to have. Saw them in a pet store, all cute and furry and sleepy while their albino cousin ran around the cage. A ferret would be good to have, good to let sleep in the closet. After all, they are related to the mongoose, and the mongoose kill cobras.
