I am sitting here doing the laundry at 10:00 am on a Saturday while trying to think of something profound or interesting to say. Hmmm...
I had a dream last night about bees. Two dreams actually. In the first one I was standing on a wide board that was unstable. I stepped to one side and rocked the board back and forth. There was the sound of bees under the board. I got off and walked several feet away and saw that the board was on a big log and there was a bee nest hanging on the underside. The bees were buzzing around unhappily.
In the second dream, I turned on the vacuum cleaner and there was a blue spark coming from the switch. Something was burning in the spark. I fished it out and found that it was part of a bug. I poked around some more and more parts came out. I turned off the vacuum and poked around more and a bee came out alive. I was inside the house so I squished it, feeling a bit guilty. Then another came out, and another. I squished one after another as more came out. I couldn't keep up. Finally, I bravely grabbed a pencil with one of those red cap erasers on the end and shoved it into the hole the bees were coming out of. Phew! I woke up.
What does it mean? Things were getting crazy but I was able to stop the bees? After I woke, while I was still in that dreamy half-sleeping state, I thought of vacuuming up all the bees, both dead and flying.
