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kittenscribbleWhen I walked into the master bathroom, I noticed that it was filled with tiny little black specks, buzzing around the room and bouncing off the surfaces. I peered closer: the insects were not black, but fuzzy and yellow. There were other ones too, slightly larger ones, with black and yellow stripes. I backed out of the room in a panic, and woke K. "The bathroom is filled with bees," I said.
He looked. "So it is. I guess we can't eat at home. Want to go out for breakfast?"
We got in the car (I noticed that I was still wearing pajamas, but didn't feel like turning back) and drove to a diner. We ran into a couple of friends and I told them about the bees. They thought the bee thing seemed unlikely. "Are you sure you weren't hallucinating?" one of them said. "Or dreaming?"
"I suppose I could have been," I said. "It is the sort of thing I would dream about."
"Couldn't have been a dream," K said, "since I saw them too."
It was a good point, and I went back to worrying about the bees while K ordered food.
(Then I woke up, because the alarm was going. K slapped the alarm and I went back to sleep. I always set two alarms, a few minutes apart; the first serves as a sort of warning bell for the second.)
I slid back into the dream. "It was a dream after all," I told him triumphantly. "There really aren't any bees in my bathroom."
He looked disappointed. "So I'm not really eating breakfast?"
(And then the second alarm went off, and I woke up for good.)
He looked. "So it is. I guess we can't eat at home. Want to go out for breakfast?"
We got in the car (I noticed that I was still wearing pajamas, but didn't feel like turning back) and drove to a diner. We ran into a couple of friends and I told them about the bees. They thought the bee thing seemed unlikely. "Are you sure you weren't hallucinating?" one of them said. "Or dreaming?"
"I suppose I could have been," I said. "It is the sort of thing I would dream about."
"Couldn't have been a dream," K said, "since I saw them too."
It was a good point, and I went back to worrying about the bees while K ordered food.
(Then I woke up, because the alarm was going. K slapped the alarm and I went back to sleep. I always set two alarms, a few minutes apart; the first serves as a sort of warning bell for the second.)
I slid back into the dream. "It was a dream after all," I told him triumphantly. "There really aren't any bees in my bathroom."
He looked disappointed. "So I'm not really eating breakfast?"
(And then the second alarm went off, and I woke up for good.)
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