i dreamt i was in my grandparents backyard.
8 locusts bit me, one after the other.
the 9th didnt. but i remember feeling a sense of great urgency to kill it before it bit me.
though i hadnt managed to kill any of the others.
i woke up before it bit me.
i've been having flashes of daily life
in my dreams again.
i think i prefer the strange, existential ones.