2nd
Bug Dreams
I had an amazing dream last night. I was a freelance adventurer with Indiana Jones heisting some government weapon that the german lady from the Crystal Skull had stolen. I used my wits to win it back, and made it to our escape cargo ship, where Indy was waiting, just as it was departing. We were completely in love. When we got to our bunker, we opened the stolen goods and learned that it was a special pesticide specifically for killing the hedgehog mites that have been eating me for the past month. We sprayed it all over our bodies and all over the walls and floors and bunk beds. I scrubbed the crevices around the mirror and bugs just swarmed out, pouring everywhere. And then suddenly they were ALL DEAD. I’m pretty sure that’s about when I woke up.
How great is my subconscious? Pretty awesome, I’d say. Any analysis of that dream would clearly reveal that, 1) I hate hedgehog mites, and, 2) I need a boyfriend that’s as cool as Indiana Jones.
