Snake & Dictator Dream

We live in a totalitarian world of sorts, and have newly moved into maximum-security dorms in a high-rise building which towers over a courtyard of cement and beige tile.

I'm suspected of being a witch and attacked by a poisonous snake (created by the dictator's witchcraft). I manage to fight the snake off by hitting it right at its seven-inch mark. I lop off its head, but it's too late, it already bit me, and the poison is in my arm. I thought I could wait it out and let the poison leave my system gradually, but some internet research on my ipad reveals that I need to have the poison extracted in the next few hours or die a paralyzing and painful death.

Using one of my remaining dollar bills, I hire a rickshaw to take me to the hospital, but there is so much bureaucratic red, yellow and multi-color tape that hours later I find myself back at the dorms, having wasted precious time, time I have very little of as I inch closer to dying from the snake bite.

When I return the dictator is waiting for me. He offers to remove the poison from my arm if I spend some private time with him. We take the elevator upstairs together. He personally sucks the poisoned blood out of my arm with his mouth, sucking and spitting. I feel momentarily grateful and we have a good time together. Everybody is doing everything in plain view of everyone else in the dorms, and I feel shy, but more terrified than shy because now I am involved with the dictator.