"And Lily was being chased by you—I was, like, "ahhh! Ahhhh!"
"I kept running 'round in my bed and a beetle bit me. And then I turned into a beetle and then you walked to me and put one arm around me and another arm around me and snuggled me. And then everyone in the house turned into a beetle."
How did you know I was a beetle?
"I didn't know until I turned into a beetle myself!"
"You snuggled me and then I knew."
"That dream was about you dying and being born again and you broke and Mason said 'ah, I can cook that and we can have it for dinner tonight.' I was, like, 'no no no no no! Something is happening.' And then you formed again."
Lily will be able to defend herself against the beetles.
"Ahh! The beetles are US!"
[Ed. note: until today, I've been carrying this dream in my hip pocket, using it to strengthen myself against the rigors of term's end. Time to share.]
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