Bugs
Had quite a gory dream last night, I realise that I often dream about bugs. Warning: It’s a little gross.
There was a little green blob of gunk stuck on the side of the fridge. I guess it was food because millions of ants were swarming around it.
I started to pick up the can of insect spray when my sister told me not to. So I didn’t.
I stood there watching the millions of ants, until suddenly they dispersed. Some of them started crawling on me, but it was okay. I squished a few ants which were crawling up my shirt, then a sharp, stinging pain pierced my back. I went to the bathroom, lifted the back of my shirt and saw that the ants had bitten me.
Well, instead of a couple of small red marks where the ants had bitten, 2 huge crimson, gaping wounds were stamped on my back. It was as if someone had used a hot poker and burned off chunks of flesh, I could see that layers of skin were charred into a black, heaping mess around the wound. The wounds were pink and red and the purple veins barely underneath the skin were pulsing. Dark purple bruises clustered the sides of the wounds too.
“Err.. The ants bit me, ” I told my sister. Then suddenly I was standing in front of the kitchen stove, where a small pan of blue goop was steaming. I peered into the pan, there were thousands of tiny little ants writhing and wriggling, struggling to breathe. Their little legs were glued in the blue membrane, abject death. Ants were pouring from the brim of the pan and the unlucky ones were burned. I started stirring the pan, the 2 hot wounds still burning on my back.
Then I woke up. Last time I dreamed about bugs, an entire military of maroon coloured, foot-long, obese leeches were squirming on the floors and walls and even the toilet bowls. I didn’t dare use the toilet for the entire morning after that.
Lost my appetite.
=\ That’s not good. Why am I always tied to all your gross and weirdass dreams?! Last time it was me in a lobster suit and I’LL NEVER TELL YOU NOT TO USE A CAN OF BUG SPRAY ZOMG.
Death to insects! *squishes*