Attack of the Killer Wasps and Hornet

Last nights was pretty terrible. It started out ok, and then quickly deteriorated. I was still working for Aunt Sue in the future. I was assigned to help a client in the area of fashion design (no offense Justin, but she didn't think you would be up to it). I have no idea what that has to do with homeschooling, but that's what I did. So I was doing a little shopping online when Uncle Pete and the kids came over to hang out. It was at this point that I started seeing the wasps and hornets. Naturally, I freaked being afraid of bees and all. So I asked Uncle Pete if they could still sting me if I wore five layers of clothing. He said, "maybe not. but if they do sting you, you'll die." I asked if they were perhaps perhaps passive bees and slow to anger, but he said they were not. Just stepping near one would possibly set it off after you. If you looked out across the ground, there were bees every two feet. There was almost no surface that you could walk and not possibly anger one of them. So, before I woke up from this disaster of a dream, I was running top speed from fifty wasps and hornets in five layers of clothing in the middle of summer in Virginia. The worst part of this one, is that its not that hard to imagine and doesn't seem terribly impossible.
Hopefully, I'll get some good ones this week to share.

My Four Stages of Sleep (rated PG17?)

It was as if something in my brain had a remote control. It didn't like the channels and kept changing them in my head. I remember being in a palace watching over two children while waiting for their parents to come back. Then, I was caught in a sandstorm with invisible creatures making huge footprints everywhere that got blow away within seconds. Then I also remember watching as an evil man carried an unconscious man up to cliff. he dropped the unconscious man over the edge to his death, but instead the unconscious man turned to ashes as soon as he hit the ground. He did not die though. Within mere seconds, I could see him rising from his own ashes and coming back to life. The evil man was confused and afraid at the sight of this and disappeared. In the last stage of my dreaming, I was frying some kind of meat. The meat did not want to be fried, and therefore pulled itself out of my pan and stalked off in a rage. It was so bizarre.