I dreamt that I was walking through thick woods with a boy of eight or nine. I was showing him what was what. I noticed a couple of large snakes at some point, and I made first a motion to show him that he should be quiet, and then another than he should step to the side. Black with intricate gray patterns, the snakes were coiled together. Their heads were next to each other on top of a pile of branches. I looked for a big stone, which I hurled at them by swinging it between my legs spread wide apart. The stone landed on their heads. And then I noticed another snake of the same kind lying some distance from the other two. Unperturbed by my assault, it was huge and it could have been their mother. I found a smaller stone, raised it above my head, and hurled it at the snake. The stone smashed its head once again. I woke up before I could see how long the three snakes actually were, but I was sure the smaller ones were roughly my length while the bigger one was at least two of my lengths. It was already morning. My beloved was still asleep next to me. Thinking about my dream, I could not figure out why I killed the three snakes. There was no reason for it whatsoever. Neither the boy nor I were in any danger from them. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I headed for the toilet.