In my dream, I was in my house. My family was also there. My brothers and sister were watching tv, my mom was in the next room using a computer, and my cousin was walking in the door. I suddenly became aware of the fact that killer bees were coming toward the house. I also had a memory flash that involved a different hive of the same type of bee eating an unknown man in my backyard, and my dad killing them all. In response to the impending attack, I yelled at may family to get into the room that my mom was in, since it was close to the outside of the house and it was the closest room with a door. Once we were all inside I set about stuffing the cracks arount the edge of the door with towels and blankets. Then the sound of dozens of bees filled the next room. After some things that I don't remember, I found a phone, called my dad, and warned him not to come home. Then I called 911 and asked them to put whoever dealt with dangerous animals on the line. They promptly told me that I needed to speak with the attourney department. I then ended the call, turned around, and found the door opening. I yelled at my family to get into the adjoining bathroom as a last resort. As the door opened further, I saw a man standing there. Thinking it might be someone come to help us, my cousin approached him. He suddenly grabbed her and shouted something about her needing to come with him. I realized that it was the bees in the form of a human, and so shouted for my cousin to run and come in so I could shut the door. She started talking to the "man" and trying to push him back to give the rest of us time, so I had to shut the door and leave her. Once I shut the door, I realized that I was dreaming and felt myself begin to wake up. I then decided that the dream could not end like this, and the dream became lucid to give me a chance to complete the story. The beeman was saying throught the door in a terrible voice "you think the will stop me?" Then I heard the firemen beak through the window behind us, and I told everyone to stort getting out. Then I picked up a metal bar as the hive burst through the door, still in the shape of the man. I began beating as his head, but everytime the pipe dented his skull and I withdrew, other bees moved to repair the wound. Finally everyone was out, and so I threw myself through the window. There were men in labcoats there who then told me that the first hive we killed left it's food when it died and the others were drawn to it. The men then trapped the bees in a garbage bag and I woke up. The strange thing about this dream is the coherent plotline, although with a weak ending, and the fact that my house looked exactly how it does normally, almost detail for detail.
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In my dream, I was in my house. My family was also there. My brothers and sister were watching tv, my mom was in the next room using a computer, and my cousin was walking in the door. I suddenly became aware of the fact that killer bees were coming toward the house. I also had a memory flash that involved a different hive of the same type of bee eating an unknown man in my backyard, and my dad killing them all. In response to the impending attack, I yelled at may family to get into the room that my mom was in, since it was close to the outside of the house and it was the closest room with a door. Once we were all inside I set about stuffing the cracks arount the edge of the door with towels and blankets. Then the sound of dozens of bees filled the next room. After some things that I don't remember, I found a phone, called my dad, and warned him not to come home. Then I called 911 and asked them to put whoever dealt with dangerous animals on the line. They promptly told me that I needed to speak with the attourney department. I then ended the call, turned around, and found the door opening. I yelled at my family to get into the adjoining bathroom as a last resort. As the door opened further, I saw a man standing there. Thinking it might be someone come to help us, my cousin approached him. He suddenly grabbed her and shouted something about her needing to come with him. I realized that it was the bees in the form of a human, and so shouted for my cousin to run and come in so I could shut the door. She started talking to the "man" and trying to push him back to give the rest of us time, so I had to shut the door and leave her. Once I shut the door, I realized that I was dreaming and felt myself begin to wake up. I then decided that the dream could not end like this, and the dream became lucid to give me a chance to complete the story. The beeman was saying throught the door in a terrible voice "you think the will stop me?" Then I heard the firemen beak through the window behind us, and I told everyone to stort getting out. Then I picked up a metal bar as the hive burst through the door, still in the shape of the man. I began beating as his head, but everytime the pipe dented his skull and I withdrew, other bees moved to repair the wound. Finally everyone was out, and so I threw myself through the window. There were men in labcoats there who then told me that the first hive we killed left it's food when it died and the others were drawn to it. The men then trapped the bees in a garbage bag and I woke up. The strange thing about this dream is the coherent plotline, although with a weak ending, and the fact that my house looked exactly how it does normally, almost detail for detail.