Vivid Dream of things to come, wish I could get better at interpreting BEFOREhand, not just as afterthought

Last night I was given a very vivid dream.

As I was walking with a closed black umbrella, passing my van, I noticed a Large Black Snake under my van. Instead of being afraid of the snake I tried to coax it out from under the van with my umbrella.

The snake willingly came out and raised up to my height at the tip of my umbrella, straight in front of me and I grabbed hold of his neck.

As I squeezed his neck I could feel the muscle shrink and go down to just thin skin. As I squeezed the snake began opening his mouth wider and wider until finally his mouth was completely at 180 degrees with his fangs pointing straight up. Though he struggled, I knew that I was not to let go until I was absolutely CERTAIN he was dead. So, unfortunately, that meant walking around with this snake in my hand.

My son comes up to me and the snake and wants to see it. I was shocked that he came so close to it that the fangs poked him in the right temple and eyelid. He cried and the area began to swell; but I still could not let go of the snake. I tried to get someone to give me and my son a ride to the hospital for anti venom, but no one was able to take us. That is when I decided to pray for my son and speak healing over his wound. AS I did so, the swelling diminished and he was healed.

Still I gripped the snake; I was going to make SURE it died.

Then I woke up.

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