A Way Bad Dream

I had a way bad dream last night.  It went like this.

Jo and I found ourselves in a place where a desirable plant (weed?) was growing in a cavity of a tree-trunk. As I took a closer look, I noticed some bugs emerging from the mass that had been tucked into the cavity. At first they were grubs, then they grew into small bees, then they transmogrified into wasps and grew large and one became two and two became three and three … They began to stir – began to buzz and flex their stingers. Without warning, they burst from their hive and flew around. I grabbed Jo’s hand we ran like hell.

We got away from that bunch and ended up at a barn-like building where we began to talk with a fellow in overalls. He was like an exterminator and told us all about the bees/wasps. They were dangerous, he told us. They could easily kill. One had to be exceedingly careful. –And they were everywhere. They could pop up here, they could pop up there. One never knew. We went into the barn and saw them again; the walls were covered with them. Again, Jo and I ran like hell.

For the next while, I saw these damned things wherever I went. It was always the same: First no bugs, then little bees appeared, then they changed into wasps and multiplied. And they chased us – well, not so much Jo as me. I would run away but Jo followed, trying to help.

Now for the worst part. Jo was in the other room (kitchen?) and Toots, my cat, was sitting on my lap. When I looked at Toots, I noticed something funny about her right eye – gad, the bees were growing in it. As I watched in horror, they once again turned into wasps and their numbers burgeoned. As they filled her eye, it grew to the size of a tennis ball. I was sick with terror. I had to get out of there. As gently as I could, I put Toots on the floor and ran for the door.

Then I heard Toots meow. She was following me. She’s my little buddy and I have never denied her a cuddle, never failed to give her some quality time when she asks and she has asked often. But not then. She was bringing the damned wasps to me.

I don’t know if Toots was suffering or not and truthfully, I didn’t care. The only thing on my mind was getting away from the wasps. I squeezed through the door and was trying to run and Toots was calling to me and trying to follow. I turned and pushed the door shut on Toots, pinioning her between the wall and the door. I was screaming at Jo to come help. When she came out from the kitchen, I asked – told – Jo to keep Toots away from me at whatever cost. In my desperation, I even told Jo to crush Toots with the door, if that’s what it would take to keep the damned wasps away from me.

I was so ashamed of myself for asking such a thing, but I was in pure survival mode. To keep myself alive, I was prepared to kill one of the living things I love most. To stay alive, I was ready – no, more than ready – to betray that little creature’s trust and affection.

I started to scream, then I awoke.

I hope I never have another like this.


2 Responses to A Way Bad Dream

  1. minipats says:

    You’ve been reading too much Stephen King! Or partaking of the weed first mentioned! Here’s wishing you some sweeter dreams…


  2. Steve Sparks says:

    I’ll let you know what damage this does to my sleep tonight. Scary!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: