Nightmares Ahoy!

Boy, did I have nasty dreams last night.

I can only remember the one; the others - thankfully - faded away the way that dreams sometimes do the moment I awoke, leaving behind that uneasy, unhappy 'bad dream' feeling that we all know so well.

The one that I remember involved a little bee, or some other such buzzy flying insect, ending up in my ear, where it buzzed and buzzed in a terrifying and unpleasant kind of way while I, as The Brother (who happened to be there) put it - and forgive my language - "freaked the fuck out".
     It fell to The Dream Version of The Brother to rescue me, which to give him his dues, he duly did, annoyed by my histrionics or not.
     It took a long time and was a painstaking and brow sweating process - not helped by my continuing to "freak the fuck out", which entailed a lot of screaming and crying - but eventually, he managed it, pulling a mangled looking bee from my ear and holding it aloft in the manner of a conquering hero. Which, of course, he was.

- Speaking of which; Dream Version of The Brother, if you happen to be reading this, thank you very, very much. I am eternally grateful, forever in your debt, etc. etc.
     =bows=

Anyhow, that was my dream.
     Awful, wasn't it?

Even thinking about it now, hours later, gives me the shivers, so I shall stop, and instead shall stroke the dog.

That's much nicer.
     Yep.
     =nods=

B.C.B.F.L.B x