running through the streets with two others (forexercise). it was someone else's idea and she was leading (sometimes from behind) without telling me which way to turn. frustrated. flailing.
she questioned turning up a dirt path. there was supposed to be a sleeping rattlesnake on the right - that's how we'd know we were on the right path. there were many anthills to walk over. i feared they would spring out and attack me as i walked over them. we came across the snake on the right. i didn't notice him at first. he was gigantic and coiled. i was too scared to pass by. imagined him waking up and lashing out as i did. the other two passed by. i turned around to go back the way we had come. i heard something shooting through the water. it made a wizzing, rattling, torpedo-like sound. it was him. i contemplated going back for the other two. he passed by me again.
i ran.
