Mystery in the Garden

Yesterday's dream felt oddly sinister; I was wandering through a lush garden when suddenly, a massive snake appeared, gliding silently toward me.
Heart pounding, I grabbed whatever I could find—shovel, stick—and fought to keep it at bay.
Woke up sweating but strangely relieved it was just a dream.
Sometimes I wonder why those dreams linger so long; maybe it’s some part of me trying to face fears I've ignored for too long.
Life’s small battles can feel like that—just as intense yet fleeting.