OK, something is ... amiss.
Three times in the past week, I've woken -- suddenly, and in a state of alarm -- from nightmares involving bee stings.
See, I'm at least a little bit -- nah, a LOT -- phobic about bees. It's not the pain of being stung: pain doesn't frighten me, really. Instead, it's something about their look, you know? Those weird, martial stripes and the fact that they'll sacrifice their own lives by ripping their own guts out in order to inflict pain on you.
They're just not like us, you know?
But yeah, on three separate nights this week I've woken from nightmares in which I was stung by a bee a) on my lip b) on my thumb and c) on my eye. In that order.
Typically these sorts of dreams accompany periods of extraordinary stress in my life. I'll have an otherwise placid dream experience -- cooking dinner in my kitchen, for example -- and then I open a drawer to get a spatula and OH LORD IT'S A BEE FLYING STRAIGHT AT ME!!!
But I don't feel stressed. Regardless, the rapid recurrence of this phenomena is obviously meaningful. I mean, typically I'd only have this sort of dream 3, maybe 4 times a year, tops.
Now Playing: Gray's Anatomy (is this the most absurd, yet most entertainingly intelligent, soap to come along in years or what?)