'ethearic'

OK, new dream: we're in a room whose walls are all sterile white, maybe 8' x 18'. you're in the upper left corner of the room and you're wearing a full-length, white lab coat over a black doctor-ish dress and black mini-heeled shoes. you have on black, thick-framed bifocals and are standing in front of a computer that is on a raised table-like desk. your line of sight is || to one of the 8' walls. by your feet is a ~2' x 2' door, which is a simple screen door framed by unfinished wood. you look radiant in your sterility. i am standing to your right in plain clothes w/ work gloves on and my hands on my hips just waiting whatever for. then small animals of all manner pour and slide into the room and i begin wrangling them individually. as i capture each one, i bring it over to you. i know i've seen these animals before and even know their names but as i bring each one to you i describe it to you like we've just discovered it for all the world and you diligently enter this information into your computer and when you're finished i bend down to the door by your knees and open the door to release the animal out through it. this last action makes me pass by you very closely. i eventually get the animals caught/described/released, save one. this is a rattlesnake which i have been avoiding and which has been laying in wait at the foot of the made-up hospital bed that lies beyond the computer you gaze at, against one of the 18' walls. i know it is a rattlesnake and i know it is poisonous, which is why i've avoided it, and i know that if i somehow pick it up and bring it to you i will forget everything i know about it and will have to describe it to you, and through this the world, as it is something new. i am reticent then deliberate in my corralling, cautious against poisoning. this whole time you've said nothing at all aloud yet we've been exceptional in our work. i'm scared to grab the animal and you stand there with infinite patience and wisdom and your face. pulchritude. i parry and the lunge at the snake and grab it cleanly by its neck but it has somehow bitten me. i fall backwards and roll on my back, rictusized and feeling my blood moving as you drop everything and cry and come at me and youre talking to me but youre drowned out by my ringing ears. i cant hear anything but understand you perfectly. the snake is nowhere now. come to think of it, i dont think anything ive said aloud to you this whole time was spoken, either. you heard it anyway. the ceiling transposes itself from up above to the side wall. youre kneeling at my right and your smile is effusive and i burst through the tympanum and our faces touch and hands meld and i should wake up and i do