Last night, I dreamed that I was visiting a friend of mine. He lived in two-story, glass house and, when I went up to the second floor, I immediately saw that there were wasps everywhere. Only, these weren’t normal wasps. These wasps were slightly bigger than usual and they were a washed-out yellow color, like yellow jackets but not quite as brightly decorated. My friend explained that there were always a lot of wasps this time of year but that they would all die once the weather got colder.
Since I’m scared to death of wasps (in both the dream and the waking world), I went back downstairs. Fortunately, it didn’t appear that there were any wasps down there, so I went into the living room, curled up on the couch, and watched television.
Suddenly, I realized that there was a wasp on the ceiling, directly above my head. My friend came in the room and started to apologize for all the wasps but I was too petrified with fear to tell him about the one directly above me.
While my friend started to talk about something he had seen on TV, the wasp started to slowly move across the ceiling. Then, it suddenly flew down to the couch and landed right beside my foot.
Finally, my friend saw the wasp and slammed his open palm down on top of it!
And that’s when I woke up.
Seriously, wasps freak me out so much.