Snakes under the house and smooches by the sink

Details are going to be difficult to extract, I fear, but there are two distinct images I have to report. One was a situation that was going on under my house. I hate these kinds of dreams because they are sometimes all too literal. 

I dreamed that I had some holes in my yard that indicated that there was some kind of network of wildlife running under my house. They were rather large and it was clear that they would have to be investigated, as they were interfering with some underground plumbing. 

This much has the potential for being true. I did have a pipe burst under my house in 2014 (fact), and I do have many holes in my front and back yard which cause rainwater to accumulate under the house in the winter months, due to improper drainage (also fact). The holes in the dream were a little larger, man sized, actually. 

I had a guy come out to look into them and he suggested crawling all through the network to find the lair of whatever might be creating them. 

Ugh! No, thanks, I thought. But the guy was insistent, so under, around, down and through he went. The guy was an actor from a TV show called Snowfall, who played the main character, an '80s crack cocaine kingpin named Franklin Saint. 

He found some defective pipes and electrical conduit, which he hauled out to show me. But while he was under there, which seemed to take forever, I feared he was dead, having been buried under collapsed earth. 

When he emerged, he suggested that I utilize this pre-existing network to start a snake farm. Again, no thanks! I was glad enough that he had survived and a bit perturbed that I'd be having to replace all the pipes that he'd unearthed.

Next, I was in the kitchen in my house here in Loma Rica. I had a girlfriend, who I'd like to think of as Sharon, but honestly, I can't say for sure that it was her. She was standing by the sink and asking me some kind of question for which I had no good answer. 

I moved in and gave her the smooch of a lifetime, cradling her head and bending her back like the sailor that iconic photograph of V-J Day. It was breathtaking, and she swooned appropriately, making me very happy. 

I don't have any idea what her question was, but it was clear that I had given her a satisfactory answer. I forgot all about the snake farm idea and the underground lair beneath my house, so I guess it was the best possible ending the dream could have had.