I Dreamt of Infestations. 🐇
Good morning, it's early, which is surprising for me, but I can't go back to sleep. So here I am, writing a post, how are you feeling? (I know I ask this a lot, but I'm genuinely curious. ^^)
I had an interesting dream or a nightmare that was just oddly comforting somehow; I was wandering through the forest, finding all sorts of creepy crawlies in my wake. I'm not a big fan of insects, though I do understand their importance in this world so I try not to freak out so much.
Continuing my journey that seemed to lack a goal, I found a man resting upon some rocks accompanied by more harmless-looking bugs like Ladybugs and Bees. Of course, I approached him to see if he was alright.
When I got close, I saw his eyes were covered by a large butterfly or something akin to one. The man appeared to be asleep, so I began to walk away.
"Are you lost?" He asked me, his words spoken through an amalgamation of other voices.
I don't believe I replied.
"That's fine." He reassured, changing his position. "There'll come a time when you won't be so lost anymore."
What I wrote down to make sure I remember the dream was much shorter and more like a poem, but I teared up nonetheless.
Somewhere lies a part of me that didn't want to wake up. 🦋
- M.C.
I had an interesting dream or a nightmare that was just oddly comforting somehow; I was wandering through the forest, finding all sorts of creepy crawlies in my wake. I'm not a big fan of insects, though I do understand their importance in this world so I try not to freak out so much.
Continuing my journey that seemed to lack a goal, I found a man resting upon some rocks accompanied by more harmless-looking bugs like Ladybugs and Bees. Of course, I approached him to see if he was alright.
When I got close, I saw his eyes were covered by a large butterfly or something akin to one. The man appeared to be asleep, so I began to walk away.
"Are you lost?" He asked me, his words spoken through an amalgamation of other voices.
I don't believe I replied.
"That's fine." He reassured, changing his position. "There'll come a time when you won't be so lost anymore."
What I wrote down to make sure I remember the dream was much shorter and more like a poem, but I teared up nonetheless.
Somewhere lies a part of me that didn't want to wake up. 🦋
- M.C.
13-15, T
