You know that dream

where someone, as a joke, has hidden a venomous snake in the arm of the shirt you're putting on, and after you shake it out, you notice that there's another snake in the other arm, in which you already have stuffed your arm, so you have to grab the snake so it doesn't bite you, even though the thought repulses you, and you jam its open mouth and fangs into the dirty so you can safely let it go?

No? Just me? OK, then.