The dream took place sometime in Jan, Feb or March 2013:
In my dreams snakes represent demons and in this case probably a person who chooses to serve the demons in major evilness.
It was yet again in another dream of a post war type world where people roamed around trying to survive in a trashed non working world.
I was with a group of others and sometimes we were kids, sometimes teens and sometimes adults. We was wandering through a forrest.
A group of bad guys in a horse drawn large wagon thing come along and captured us and took us to a building. The fermale and male sleeping rooms were not close together. The female room had mats on the floor and was a bright white color compared to the rest of the building. Like a white room with white sleeping maps that sometimes were red and blue mats.
The man over seeing us had us be slaves and work in that large factory type building. He made us work very hard and was a cruel, unloving slave master. He held a whip and often used it on us. We were all terrified of him to the point that we was afraid to even whisper in our sleeping room for fear he might hear what we was saying and beat us more. He had a feel of hell's evil all around and about him.
But the slave master had a boss over him but I never saw that boss but I did know that he was even more evil then the slave master. The slave master was a short person (what we used to call a midget).
Some how we and the males in our group got to sneak around and discuss our escape. Me and some of the other females were in our bright white sleeping room on our floor mats when one of the males came to the door to say it was time to put our plan (whatever that was) in action and get the tar out of there.
Outside people was making noises and attacking the slave master boss men and taking over the horse drawn giant wagon that had suddenly became a large and long tanker of some sort with a wagon type thing to hull loads of people. The slave master boss men screamed in pain as they got beat and killed outside. They were shocked that we slaves could and would take over so strongly and quickly. It was a suprise blitz attack.
They brought the midget slave driver that terrified us into our sleeping room and to me. They had beat him up badly and he was holding still and near death. The fear we once had of him was dying. I had him in a head lock where the back of his head was facing me and his head in my bent arm. He was barely alive from being beaten so badly but was not bloody.
They then gave me a gun and told me to shoot him. They kept saying "shoot him!" I had him in my left arm and the hand gun in my right hand and pointed it towards the back of his head but I just could not pull the trigger. I knew he was a horrible evil man but I just could not kill another human being.
Suddenly he turned into a small snake that was a baby blue coloring with a wide head. He was then strong again and no longer slow with pain and injury. He was a posionous snake and planning to attack and bite us so that we would die a terrible death from his venum. I then had a large knife in my right hand and either me or another person ( I think me) cut his head off killing him.
I think the portion with me not being able to shoot him when he was a human is because I cant ever see myself killing another human being but if I had to I could kill a dangerous posionous snake.
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