I dreamt that I was working for some company in the tropics. I am not sure what my job actually was, but one day I was leading a group of workmen toward a bus parked deep in the bush. I was to take them to wherever they were needed. The front door was left open. Several of them entered the bus ahead of me and headed for the back. “Cobra!” one of them yelled. A bulky cobra coiled on some straw in the back of the bus raised its head and started spreading its hood threateningly. “Oh,” I chimed in, “I forgot to tell you!” I explained to the workmen that the snake was guarding the bus. “Good job,” I turned toward the cobra in a soft voice. “You can go now.” It lowered its head and headed for the front door behind the seats on one side of the bus. As it was slithering past the workmen, a youngster among them reached with his hand to touch it. “Don’t!” I hissed at him, and he pulled his hand back. The cobra was an excellent guard, but it did not suffer fools gladly. When I woke up, I marveled at the coherence of the entire scene, which had nothing whatsoever to do with my experience. Training a snake to guard a bus would be very much to my taste, though.