I was laying in my bed. A shiny black snake was on the wall above my
closet doors. It moved like a sidewinder. It had a pair of horns on its
head and at its tail end. The horns looked like dangling catfish
whiskers. In my dream, I called it a horned viper. I instinctively knew
that it was extremely poisonous, and I was afraid. I wanted to leave
the room (I even planned to jam a towel under the door to trap the
snake), but every time I moved, the snake moved. I woke up.