Dream of person, mother

Acquaintance comes into my room and we playfully wrestle. It rains and coral snakes and eastern newts have peacufully begun to be in my room. I have to be lifted up a steep hill. I eat rock and brick by grinding it. A girl throws her mother's white hand-made blanket out the window. Another mother and her daughter rush to toss it back because she through it was a person at first.