xxxxxxxIt was morning, just a simple morning with soft sunlight. My bedroom door was open to let in the air, and the only light on was the lamp at my feet. I was backwards in bed, so it was actually on the headboard, but... I was just kinda laying there in bed not doing anything, when this little... thing swooped in kinda low. It looked kinda like a brown grasshopper, or a really short stickbug, but when I reached up to touch it, it changed into a small bird. I seemed pretty cool with this. The bird didn't seem right, not sick or hurt but maybe... drunk? Or something like that to make him take leave of his senses. His belly brushed against my fingers as he drifted by, and just as his little feet were about to snag on my fingers, I noticed something on the wall behind him. It was a huge wasps' nest! I looked around and there's one on every wall, starting right near the ceiling traveling down along the wall.
xxxxxxxBird forgotten, I suddenly have much more control over my body. I force myself to move slowly and roll out of bed, where I hear myself chanting: "Slowly... Slowly..." I get to the door and break into a run, screaming bloody murder. Out in the living room, I get to my dad and - this might be the scariest thing of all - it's Robin Williams! I... I really don't know... He's actually in a role though, I think, the nerdy professor who cares more about his SCIENCE than his family. Still, running full pelt of my room like that stirs that 'worried father' part of his brain, I guess. I tell him what's going on, but instead of being worried he's really intrigued.
xxxxxxxFrom there it's kind of a fade out, going straight to the next part where he's being interviewed for his progress in SCIENCE. I'm nowhere to be seen, just floating in the dream from a third-person view now. There's this huge pile of worms or something - like worms but WAY bigger - behind Robin and this reporter guy with this cameraman. Robin goes on about how he can attract countless amounts of wasps/bees/hornets with this pile of worms now, and everytime the reporter asks a question we zoom in on his face. When we cut back, the pile is always bigger. Just as Robin is telling them about the best to fertilize the queen or something like that, the pile gets so big around them that it actually eats - or more like ABSORBS - the reporter and cameraman. Only NOW does Robin realize what happened and that he's created a monster-- a sentiant, living pile of murderous worms.
xxxxxxxThen the rest is kinda gone. I think maybe a swarm of wasps/bees/hornets suddenly comes after the pile, but I'm not sure because after seeing the queen worm howl straight at me - literally me, the third-person invisible entity (like how things will scream at the camera in movies) - with all her rows of teeth and the evil glint in her beady black eyes, I woke up. Like I was gonna stick around after that!
Does anybody else have those dreams where you have to face your greatest fear? I could use a little something to get my mind off of that nightmare.
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HA! Nightmare! It was a bad dream, aka a nightmare! That wasn't even intentional! Oh, I'm terrible!
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