Dream: Muddy Bees Have Got Me All Aglow
Thursday, February 7:
The clear night sky twinkled overhead as I left the supermarket. I crossed the dry ground covering the parking lot and stopped by a low rise. Martin and Najah sat against the rise, trying to explain something to each other with rocks. I looked at a half-buried log; something like a wad of clay capped the end of the large branch sticking up waist-high. The cap of dried mud crumbled away when I prodded it and a stream of angry wasps poured out. I shouted warnings to Martin and Najah as I ran back towards the light spilling from the doors of the grocery store.
The clear night sky twinkled overhead as I left the supermarket. I crossed the dry ground covering the parking lot and stopped by a low rise. Martin and Najah sat against the rise, trying to explain something to each other with rocks. I looked at a half-buried log; something like a wad of clay capped the end of the large branch sticking up waist-high. The cap of dried mud crumbled away when I prodded it and a stream of angry wasps poured out. I shouted warnings to Martin and Najah as I ran back towards the light spilling from the doors of the grocery store.