Dreams

I've been reading a book on dreams, it's really beautiful. It explores how different cultures/religions understand and relate to dreams.

I fell asleep and had a bunch of strange dreams. The only one I remember with any clarity, involved, at one point, a man sitting on the back seat of a car, though the car seat was out in the grass on this woman's lawn. He said the one thing he wanted was to not be made a fool of, and then he fell over sideways, car seat and all. Laying there, he said that something had stung him, but sitting on his side was a squirrel with a taser gun. It tasered him again, and again he said something stung him and then he started running. I ran with him, we ran down the street and we started getting stung by horse flies, though they looked like fly-robots, like they were made of metal and were oversized and didn't look really like flies, more like wasps. He was yelling and pushing them away, even though he was saying they were simply regular house flies. I was laughing at him for thinking this, but then getting stung by them. They were landing all over my clothing and I was using a pile of about 30 sheets of paper to push them off my body.

I woke up. The End.