Walking home from Bosco bus stop. Notice very weird modular house. Suddenly I'm inside the house and it's small. The owner is there and talking about something eccentric. He's a very eccentric guy who built this house to be a pinnacle of efficiency. I notice something slithering off to the side behind the kitchen island. I ask what it is and the guy says it's a Jamaican rattlesnake. It's green and short and thick. Then it stops and uncurls to reveal a furry mammalian thing that looks like a fat sloth. It can apparently speak English and can reply to questions. So I talk to it for a bit as the man tries to capture the oil from his drain in order to make soap. I ask why it's called a rattlesnake and it shakes its tail and makes a kind of pleasant smooth electronic sound. I ask it if its meant to keep things away or attract them.