Friendly biker and snakes of unusual size

I was walking/jogging along the median side of a two-lane road (reminded me of Old Bridge Rd near Smoketown Rd in Lake Ridge), when a woman, perhaps in her sixties or seventies, came up behind me on a bicycle. Instead of cutting around and passing me, or at the very least signaling her presence, she instead crept up next to me, between me and the median, until we were side by side, and she kept pace with me.

I was annoyed, and I asked her why she hadn't just gone by on the other side. She seemed a little annoyed too, but she was really trying to engage in conversation with me while riding along -- probably just trying to be social, whereas I don't go out walking or jogging or biking expecting to end up in a social encounter with a stranger.

We had turned left into a sparsely built, hilly housing area with plenty of trees around. We ended up chit-chatting a little bit, as we went down the sidewalk alongside the winding street/hill. I had already had one or two songs (sung by John Flansburgh) running through my head before we met, and then something she said made me think of yet another Flansburgh song, and I had to force myself not to break into song (figuring it would be kind of antisocial to do so).

We came to a bend in the street (the sidewalk had now ended, and the street was unpainted asphalt), where the street hooked almost 90° to the left, passed alongside the front yard of a single family home, then hooked around 180° and continued down the hill.

Standing at the end of the driveway to the house was a young, vaguely punky woman in her twenties, with brown hair. We both seemed to recognize each other, though neither of us seemed really sure where we could have known each other from. So we said "hi" to each other and looked at each other for a moment before I continued on. Besides the initial confusion, she seemed to have a bemused and self-satisfied expression on her face.

In the stretch of grass delimited by the curved street, there was a single round deciduous tree with a small animal standing on one of its lower branches. Below the tree, a giant snake (at least ten feet long, and perhaps six inches in diameter) came creeping up, and then suddenly sprang up from the ground and swallowed the animal in what seemed to be slow motion. I was pretty sure the snake belonged to the girl living here.

The last thing I recall before waking up was that I had gone a little further down the street/hill, and was now either floating or being held up by a burly man, three or four feet off the ground, and a different snake of identical proportions was lurking on the ground below. I had every suspicion that it was going to go for my foot.

Dorm guitar party, sunset hill tablet reading, neighborhood road trip

I'm near my dorm room (having come from the stairs?) and someone tells me to take my guitar, cause we're heading to the attic of another dorm/building (not, as one girl suggested, the secondary or alternate dorm.) I bring my amp, too.

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Sunset: Dry grassy hill descending from a dorm to the road; not straight smooth hill but had "snake lines" running through it causing slight mounds and height variations. Written on a flat vertical edge at the end of the hill near the road are tablet-like readings which I am looking at. At one point I am changing locations to read more tablets; I sit so that my feet dangle over the edge, facing the road. To my right I see standing on the hill (with another person) Queca from high school Spanish class.

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Road trip? Don't want to be racist - something about a white spare tire. We drive in the van and remotely control the 4Runner to drive in front of us. Due to swerving a cop lectures alongside us on "Valleywood Drive". Finally leaves. We speed up as we approach "Cavalier Drive" -- now clearly a sandy/dirt path w/ large conifers on either side. We head (to the right) to some building. We speed up because the song is changing. We get out of the van and begin singing "I Get Around". I stop at the left to fix a sandal while beginning to sing. Many girls are there, in summer clothes. I catch up w/ the other singers, continuing to sing. Something about chestnuts....