Last night’s dreams wasn’t a nightmare, but I still woke up frightened for some reason. In this dream I was with my usual group of friends that crop up in my dreaming state, the Chris’s, Dan and all the Chicago kids. We were in landscape surrounded in sand covered mountains with giant dark cavities maybe a quarter mile in diameter occasionally blocking our path. We were searching for something, and searching very intently. The sun was beating down brightly, but I was not hot or thirsty like I would have expected in this landscape. We came across a great tree, and one of the only trees in sight. This was what we were looking for and I knew it. We pushed our way there, now ankle deep in and when we were close enough to touch the tree we realized it was also a kingdom for giant bees, the size of a baby’s fist. We were disturbing their peace with our unexpected presence. One bee targeted me and jetted forward. I turned to run but could not run fast enough, I was almost knee deep in sand now. I was still running and it still didn’t reach me, but I could feel it behind me, all my hair was standing on end and I was not going to make it.
Now this was when I woke up, but the weird thing about this dream was that later in the morning there was a bee that buzzing around me outside of my friend’s house when I was leaving. I walked a few blocks to a restaurant for tea and when I put my messenger bag down on the table to open it for my wallet, there was the bee, attached to me and determined to follow me. Quite literally, it was attached to my back, where the bee in the dream was before I woke up. I’m glad that one wasn’t as big as the one in my dream though.
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