Moiraine

I am in a house in the country with Hayden. The house is unfamiliar territory for me but I believe it is his. He is having some sort of party because there are people everywhere drinking and smoking. I'm not much one for parties. The house is fairly uninteresting, typical of some poor college party kids, so nothing really sticks out. I step outside into the night to escape the noisy atmosphere. There are still some people around, but I take little notice in them. I go down the porch steps to gain a little distance from the house. I take a few moments to look up at the sky, and when I bring my eyes back down to earth there is a rattlesnake not 2 feet away from me, shaking his rattle like he is one pissed off dude. Of course I instantly jolt into preparedness to run, but I'm not sure if I should attempt to because he is already so close. I don't have to make that decision, though, because one of the party goers nearby shoots the snake. I should feel relieved but I don't. I look at the snake for a little longer. Hayden is nearby, laughing around with some of the others. Maybe they thought it was cool. I look down at my feet, pull my left pant leg up and see not just one but two bite marks where the fangs clearly penetrated skin. Anxiety and fear rushes over me. At least the entry is far away from my heart. That gives me more time, I think.

I walk over to Hayden and in a slightly shaky voice quickly tell him of my wound, and show the marks. The people around us look on in an interested manner, kind of like watching an argument break out in public because it's entertaining. I ignore them. Hayden sees I need medical attention but does not seem too rushed. He says something which I guess is about getting ready to leave, and walks off. I'm bothered by his lack of worry. I walk up to one of the typical party dudes who is smoking and grab is glass pipe out of his hands. There is a fresh bowl of marijuana in it, and I quickly cash it. Probably not the best idea, I think. Finally Hayden is ready to leave, but we are not leaving in a simple car. That would be too boring. The next thing I know we are sailing through the night on a motorhome. Note, we are riding ON TOP of the house on wheels like it is some sort of road boat. There are rails around the sides, and a big wooden steering wheel at the front like a ship. Hayden is steering. He licks his finger and feels for the wind, even though we are already moving. We're moving pretty fast too, but I'm not afraid of falling off. All I can think is I wish we were moving faster. We reach the nearest town, Dublin, and have to stop at a red light.

Notes: I did not see or feel the snake bite me. Maybe this is a warning that something in real life is sneaking up on me. I must say though the ride on the motorhomeship was awesome!

Missed dream signs:I did not feel the snake bite.
-We were at "Hayden's" but it was somewhere in the country I've never seen before.
-I smoked marijuana. The guy I took the pipe from was already smoking on it, but the green in the bowl was clearly unspoiled before I lit it.
-We rode on top of a motorhome and we could have just called 911 if we wanted to.
-I was very scared and doing exhilarating things that would have had my heart beating fast. I'm aware that you are supposed to stay calm and move as little as possible when poisoned.