Desert island and hospital

Date: 11/19/2024

I was stuck on a deserted island with my family. A distorted version of my childhood home was on this island, and we were all living in it. My sister and I were wandering around outside, digging in the damp dirt, possibly looking for something. I was carrying a small, injured baby in one arm. We dug up a dead, dried rattlesnake and were observing it. It began to reanimate as my sister was holding it, and we both wrestled with it as it became stronger. It bit both of us. “Are we going to die?” She asked me. I told her that we would find a hospital for us and the baby. We wandered for a while until we found a hospital, and they took us in. I asked if we’d die from the bites, and they told us we would be okay. They operated on the baby and removed a large bloody ball that almost looked like a walnut shell. They told us it was in bad condition but might survive. We left the baby there and went back home. We told our mom where the baby was and what happened. She gave a dismissive and uninterested “okay.” A bus with sirens (it sounded like an ambulance) pulled up to the front of the house. I started walking out to board the bus and leave, when a white fox came up to the porch. I frantically ran to it and sobbed. I woke up crying?