Dream
I have memories of a dream from this morning. Several very small birds emerged from a hole in wall. They sort of pushed and wiggled through, lazily dropping out and then flying away. The way they came through reminded me of how it appeared when yellow-jackets had done the same thing a few times in the past. The birds in the dream evoked the same sickly tense emotions that I felt with the yellow-jackets. The next part of the dream was less vivid but I recall viewing several different exoskeletal organisms being peeled open, almost like fruit by some unknown hands.