The Dream Of Bugs

I had at least one hundred bugs - all bright and different-coloured, some larger, some tiny - some even looked like miniature lizards. There was a side attachment to my house, sort of an enclosed deck, and this is where my bugs lived for a year.

This deck was divided into three portions. I decided to relocate the bugs in the third area - I found a huge container for them to be transferred into their new home. But I still had to set up their new home!

I wondered how my bugs survived for a year without any food - and then I realized they lived off the newspaper that lined their room! But I didn't realize this until later. Because I put hamburgers under the newspaper so they could survive in their new area.

I took the second container of bugs, after emptying the first, and went out on a magickal journey.

I was with a few people, Carly being one of them. We journeyed through Regina, a hyper-creepy version, but that's not hard to imagine. Carly was taking care of the second container - but when she brought it back to me, it had snow all over it!

Snow had gotten into the container, and my poor bugs were all drowned and dead. I was both disturbed by the floating corpses, and upset. Being in a vehicle at this point, I realized my only option was to throw the container out the window. The container took impossible flight in the air, and I closed my eyes and willed it to land on the head of an evildoer.

This journey continued, but I don't remember the rest.

I arrived home - the snow was everywhere. I asked Carly to close the back gate for me, so no one would wander in my yard.

At home in the new cage, the hamburgers had been removed - the work of Derek. I thanked him for saving my bugs from my temporary idiocy.

Meanwhile, it was chaos. All of my bugs had escaped and were roaming around in the house! I cursed. I had not been watching my step, and so I figured I squashed a bunch. I grabbed a container and went bug hunting.

A few were easy to find, like the ugly green blob guy, who boasted black stripes. There was a larger orange guy who practically glowed, and I found him too.

But the tiny bugs I could not find. I had thought them as so handsome, too. Oh well, I had to think about building the survivors a new, foolproof home, one they couldn't escape from.

In my top drawer I pulled out some little decorations for a new home, a fake plastic tree, a fake green bench. I knew my bugs would like that - if only I could find them. Tired from a long day, I decided to go to sleep.

I awoke from the dream feeling sentimental and twitchy. The lingering thought of my little dudes crawling on me as I slept wasn't very pleasant, but then I thought, hey, those bugs are cool.

The End.

(What's the moral of THAT story?)