((this dream isnt actually that scary, but i was terrified while i was dreaming it. i dont know why it disturbed me so much))

I was in a van --probably the one my mom had before we moved to where we were when I had the dream-- wicker basket between my legs the size of a 5 gallon bucket, braced with my hands. What was inside stunned me, it was fantastic and strange; it was an old decayed corpse of a large snake, maybe some kind of cobra (which is weird since I live in AZ). The skin for the most part was rotted off, every bone was visible, and even the bone fragments were chipped. This thing had been dead for a long time.

The frail body was stuck in a fixed position. It looked like it was trying to crawl out before it died, with its head, neck, and a good 1/8 of its body trying to slither out of the basket. Following the head down, its middle was clinging to two painted chicken eggs, then heading down to its tail I notice it had gone through the basket, on the left side, as if by teleportation or some strange means.
The whole ride home I was excited about this fossil, but superstitions kept me from touching it. to me it did not seem dead, the way it curled in the basket, made it look like it was ready to move at any second and lunge.
When I got home, the house appeared a colorless house seemingly empty except for a table with a shallow wicker basket fruit bowl with fruit in it, and a love seat with flower decorations (the table was red). I showed off the wicker basket I had to the family (a stepfamily my mom got me involved with mostly). After that, I went to stand left to the love seat and decided to pull the corpse out. It came out all in one piece, even though the tail had appeared to be outside the basket, and it looked so fragile.
Flakes of decay fell off the creature that hung oddly limp for being so long dead. Its useless head started to squirm! I was too stunned to react before it bit the palm of my free hand. When I yanked it off, it weakly resisted. Forcing it into the basket, I hid it in my room. It took two doors to get to my room, and inside was only a bed, and a window to light my room (maybe fan and lights, but the window lit the room). The room was as blank as the rest of the house.
At this point, I was frightened out of my wits! The rest of the day I examined my bit hand. The bite did not break the skin, but left dry marks where it tried. My family avoided me; no one wanted to deal with someone who was bit by death, only my mother cared though.
That night I had to return to my room for sleep. To my horror there was a large gap between the floor and my door the snake could have snuck through. The second door was better sealed. On hands and knees, I opened the second door which revealed that my floor was covered in woodchips that in reality I would use to line my Ball-python’s tank with. On the floor, next to the basket, under my bed (opposite side room) was a colorful black, red, yellow and orange striped cobra. It had all its youth back, but based on the corpse it shouldn’t have been that shape, size and color. It eyed me with black eyes and lifted its head off the ground, then it started to chase after me aggressively. The whole situation didn’t make sense, so it wasn’t unusual that it now had three heads. I managed to keep from screaming and slammed the door shut before it got to me, but I couldn’t figure out how to close the gap from floor to door.
Even as my head buzzed with terror, I couldn’t help but feel honored to see such a sight. It was actually quite a beautiful creature. ((at this time I woke up from my dream. But I don’t wonder if I had been spending the rest of my dreaming night keeping the beast locked in my room. Because I know that if it escaped, it would gladly kill me.))