Last night I dreamt of snakes. It is a common theme of my subconscious, occurring whenever I am on the precipice of some great change. For years I dreamt of them chasing me down abandoned streets, awakening only as one sunk its fangs into an ankle or arm. This time was different. I was in a nondescript home overrun with hundreds of yellow snakes. They clung to pipes and hid in cabinets, and no matter how many I killed I couldn’t rid myself of them. I was trapped inside…