Bugged

Another one of those crazy dreams early this morning. Some kind of giant bug was in my bedroom. I grabbed a magazine to try to smash it. It kept eluding me, first on the floor then on the wall and finally on the ceiling. In my dream I could hear myself cursing at it, quite perturbed. It was so easily in my range, so simple to smash, it seemed--and yet the impact of my blows with the rolled-up magazine made no difference. The stress I was exhibiting in my dream finally woke me up, to a beautiful, sunny Tuesday morning.

Naturally, I pose the question to myself this morning and any would-be-amateur-professional-dream interpreters, "What am I trying to tame or destroy that keeps eluding me, even mocking me?"

I have to run for now...I feel something crawling on me...