A tunnel

I dreamed I was in some kind of subterranean tunnel, perhaps a passageway between two homes. That's how it is in dreams--sometimes you can only remember select images or themes. I feel in this particular dream we were staying at some magnificent homes in South Carolina, the kind we could never afford in real life.

Anyway, in the tunnel were strewn many boxes and debris, among which ran small, cuddly animals, perhaps kittens. But here and there also hid a serpent, a rattlesnake with a hideous mouth. We would gather up as many of the cuddly animals as we could, sidestep the snakes, and run.