a rocky mediterranean beach area, in between the water and the escarpment. I pluck a snake from my neck or hair - it's a python but short, dark and slimy, like a slug. I'm mildly disgusted - how long has it been on me?  why didn't I notice? I'm going to dinner  at K's house. I place the snake on a bush in a small garden area close to the water, and it takes to the green leaves immediately, but the garden's too small, isolated and salt ridden - I think it won't survive. I take it to K's and place it in her terrarium. I show her and the others - they're shocked that I've found such a thing. When we look in the terrarium there are two snakes in there, both very large and long, cobras, rearing up and spreading their hoods, about to fight. they will kill each other. could the dark one have been on me?

we are supposed to go to some event - an outdoor film or something, and be back at K's for dinner at 7.30. S, my childhood friend, is trying to get me to meet her at the park down by the water where she is, to show her the way, but she wants me to meet her at 7.30. It will make me late, I'm frustrated. I'm flying from one place to another around the cliffs, catching updrafts and letting myself be lifted. This is my wonderful new skill. I''m standing at the bottom of the cliff and there's no updraft, I can't do it. All my friends are telling me I can - I might be already.