Last night, I dreamt:
I was sitting outside a shop on a park bench. The sunlight was gentle and warm on my back. The sky was a rare blue and I remember thinking that this day was gloriously beautiful.
I stood up and began to walk in the shop. There were a set of double doors made of large panes of smoked glass and black metal. As I reached for the handle, I saw something reflected in the glass. I strained to look at it because it looked like a moving cloud. I turned around to see a giant swarm of bees coming straight for me. Before I could get inside, they attacked me.
I swatted and smashed, but to no avail. I tried to pull them off me, but they stung me again and again. I was in such pain, and (since it was a dream) I immediately felt my skin and face swelling up. Everything went blurry, and then there was only darkness.
The next thing I knew, I woke up in a white room with all kinds of strange equipment. I can only assume it was a hospital room, but there were no nurses or doctors around. A very eclectic group of my friends were there though. There were some people I hadn’t seen since high school and others who have been my best friends for years. They told me I had been in a coma, and they were very happy to see me awake. They gave me a get-well card and everything.
I was talking to an old friend and she said she was there (during the incident). She said that I kept asking, “Are they done stinging me yet?” over and over. I was very embarrassed and I told her so.
It was all very strange, and it was right around that point that I woke up…
Dreams are weird.