I just woke up a few hours ago and in my dream my left ankle was being attacked by wasps. I have no problem with bees on my skin (refer to July 2nd reference point) but these were wasps. I was sitting at a desk with a friend (maybe I was in the studio making music, seemed like that layout) then I started to see wasps seeping from the cracks in the walls. They were on me, so I walked out of the building into the day. The wasps covered the skies. I ended up in some sort of tent that protected me from them. There were others there, none whom I recognized. I had left my friend back in that building, what happened to him? Maybe he was a mannequin because I don’t recall him moving.
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