Last night...

...I was in a field with decaying Corinthian columns, brown, dry grass and a young woman in a house dress. It looked like Andrew Wyeth might have painted the scene (yeah, I know, not alot of Corinthian columns in the Wyeth portfolio. My dream. Shut up.) I was walking around while she watched me. I heard rustling in the grass and jumped back. I realized too late that I was about a foot from a small cottonmouth. I ran and when I was about twenty yards away, I noticed the bite marks in my right forearm. I ran to "town", but instead of seeking medical attention, I stopped at a store that sold hockey and stock car memorabilia. They had some hard candy in a jar on a shelf and I tried to buy four pieces of it, but I only had 36 cents.