Snakes on a Plane -'nuf said

I have an overly active imagination - blame on on the the only child thing, blame it on too much time spent alone, blame it on a love of legends and fairy tales or a general love of reading - the reason doesn't matter much at this point. My imagination tends to run wild, creating scenerios often more extreme than those that actually occur. It also has been pointed out to me that I have a tendency to overthink things. One would assume that the latter quality would bring about a rationalization thus eliminating the creation of possible scenerios in a completely fictional and contrived setting. That assumption would be wrong.
Yes, i expected snakes - i'm not addled. And yes, i expected them to jump out. This knowledge lead me to the proper expectation that I would be started at the sudden motion. But come on - it was Samuel L. Jackson and snakes on a plane!
The movie, despite my racing pulse (and no, it really isn't scary - more funny if you are a normal human being) was entertaining. Again, Snakes on a Plane - it's gotta be funny. It was enjoyable and the cheese was quality.
This being said...i had weird dreams last night. Not frightening in any realm of thought, but wierd. I don't remember them completely, in fact, i don't remember the first one at all, really, but i do remember awaking, mentally processing the oddity of my subconscious then immediately going back to sleep.
yeah....