Last night, I dreamed I was attacked by half a cobra. It had a cobra head and the first foot or so of the body, but then it was cut off. It was thrashing around on the sidewalk; I don’t think it was actually trying to attack me; I was just in the way. I stepped on it to hold it in place.
A zookeeper ran up to save the cobra. He picked it up, stuck his finger in its mouth to calm it, and started mumbling baby talk about what a good cobra it was.