Goddamn my dreams, godDAMN
I dreamt there was a plague. It started with zoo animals, then spread to domestic dogs and cats (freaky image of streets filled with cats that have cactus like quills or something jutting from their bodies), then went to humans. It was spread by bugs; not the adult big-ass bugs, but their tiny hyper-active millions of off-spring. And people, and animals, who were infected shot bugs or quills from their skin. It was...not a great dream. Going around, far from home for some reason, trying not to get infected, when even the water was dangerous. Good thing I'm not a prophet or a seer! To explain where this dream may have come from: I've been reading Thief of Time by Terry Pratchet, and yesterday there was a part where Death was talking to Pestilence about getting the apocalypse started.