I am walking along a street. Students exit a zoo and carry live reptiles in their hands. One of them shows me a large snake and puts it on top of my head. I am scared but decide to not reveal any fear. The student tells me he is allowed to borrow the snake from the zoo as long as he returns it. The zoo had him take an oath on his life and heart that he'd return it. I ask him if he plans to return the snake. He nods, and tells me that the snake can give you a bite as poisonous as a bee's sting. He walks up some steps and disappears in the huge crowd. I see a little girl carry a large bowl filled with dark water. In the water I see the smallest snake ever. It is a water snake. It is amazingly tiny. The girl tells me the name of the snake.

Now I am on my way back home. I am walking along a coarse dirtroad. The sand and gravel makes it difficult to walk. I am wearing shorts and a hooded sweater. The landscape is dry and barren.

I am climbing up a green hill. It is beautiful and somewhat fairytale like. I can see someone having a picknick on a great lookout spot. I walk back down and enter a luxurious hotel foyer. It feels great.