I'm at a cabin as if on a weekend holiday, with some of my family. Gramma comes in, maybe 60 years old, and quite drunk, which is surprising since we'd only been there a few minutes. She has lipstick smeared all over her mouth, and she starts begging and pleading for me to take her to the beach. However, I know that she has memory problems, and can't keep it together for that far a journey. So I suggest going to a closer beach, but I say, it's a river beach, not the ocean beach, and she pleads some more for me to take her to the ocean beach.

I walk outside across the road and there is an area of uncultivated land I walk across. I'm very surprised, this morning it was just low grasses, but now it's grown up over my head, with overhanging trees, and trails have formed. It's really surprising.

Then I see a snake, a black and yellow striped snake that looks very intimidating. I think I'll just sneak past, but he sees me and comes right after me. He starts striking at me, and I manage to kick him away to keep him from biting, but just barely. There's a rhythm to it, and if I can get it just right, I can totally kick him off, but too soon or too late, and it's ineffective. Then two other snakes of the same kind come out of the grass and all three start attacking me.