I rarely remember my dreams, but this one was a doozy. I was hiding from some people who wanted to kill me -- with bumblebees. I had taken refuge in a vehicle that had a sunshade over the windshield so they couldn't see me. Then, I realized I didn't want to die alone, so I ran into a garage where the rest of "my people" were hiding out.
Okay, so in the real world, I found two bumblebees in my basement. both dead, yesterday. (How did they get in the basement? I didn't open the kitchen and basement doors, and invite them down there?) When I was a kid, my dad and another guy disturbed a bumblebee "nest" in an old junked car, and the bees attacked me. I swelled up like a balloon and had to be rushed into town to get an injection.
Turns out both my sister and I were allergic to bee stings. However, last year, I got stung once and absolutely nothing -- past the wee ouch of the sting -- happened. I've apparently "outgrown" my allergy, but those lovely little critters still inspire terror in my sleep?
Welcome to MY nightmare -- death by bees!
Okay, so in the real world, I found two bumblebees in my basement. both dead, yesterday. (How did they get in the basement? I didn't open the kitchen and basement doors, and invite them down there?) When I was a kid, my dad and another guy disturbed a bumblebee "nest" in an old junked car, and the bees attacked me. I swelled up like a balloon and had to be rushed into town to get an injection.
Turns out both my sister and I were allergic to bee stings. However, last year, I got stung once and absolutely nothing -- past the wee ouch of the sting -- happened. I've apparently "outgrown" my allergy, but those lovely little critters still inspire terror in my sleep?
Welcome to MY nightmare -- death by bees!