Adventure to Lucidity

This one might be long. It wasn’t lucid oranything, but it was pretty vivid. There wasone point where I can remember purposefully changing something in the dream. But anyway.
So I am on a trip back from graduate school to home for the summer. It comes time for me to leave, and my mom and I are going to take the 17 hour drive back to school together. Well she lives in a new house in this dream, and I go outside to say good by to our family dog Maya. Some one, I think my sister had shown me a little video of a snake bitting an killing a small animal right outside the parch. So I’m cautious making sure to watch where I’m stepping. Then I see it, a cold grey head sticking out of a bush midway up just staring at me with black eyes. I give it a wide birth and pick up my dog. At that point I walk down some steps and try to get a little further away, and there’s a bag of leaves hanging from the porch. Guess what’s inside? The same type of snake lunges at my hand and gives me a quick bite. Nothing so terrible but it begins to burn immediately and I run inside. My dog goes berserk and protects me while I walk inside. Real world thoughts kept creeping in. I had expected to leave really early in the morning so I could get back to school in time for a meeting that I actually have today. Weird, I know. So my mom and I go over to my uncle and aunt’s house in order to use his car to get me to the hospital, since my mom’s is fully packed. We walk around back and the yard opens up. There is a gigantic house and mansion made of concrete in their what seems to be new ranch sized yard. It is painted blue and done up to look exactly like a mansion…but all of its surfaces are concrete. It even has a wrap around porch. Inside, it’s full of people, red necks. I’m not trying to be mean, these people were so incredibly country. The floor to the living room was made of hay. The worst part about this ‘mansion’ was to get from the front rooms to the back ones and the garage, is to jump down this ledge where they never put stairs in. But they did take the cushion off of a huge couch and put it underneath. My uncle, and even my mom jump down easily. So I get up, look down, and the drop looks to be 20 feet to me. I get super nervous and just can’t do it. This is when I remember wishing someone could help me down, and a man that must have been over 7 feet tall comes up and says in a country accent “Wan’ some help?” He grabs my hand and helps me jump down…the drop has turned into a mere 8 foot fall. I feel embarrassed. Then for some reason we still don’t go to the hospital, but instead these people were throwing a giant party or get together. So many people come and eat food. We all talk about the snake that bit me, and from what DCs were saying it’s not a native snake from the area. I guess something happens and I no longer need the hospital, and I’m in my mom’s house. I walk for the back door and her dog is jumping up on me wanting out. He’s cute and I remember feeling him jump up on me excitedly. Then I woke up.