Thursday, April 20, 2017
I was in the bottom bunk of a bunk bed. A wasp was on the wall by the bed and I killed it with my hand and something (I don’t remember what) in my hand. Suddenly, wasps of many sizes were coming in through the door, filling the room. I started to swat at them, then just attempted to leave the room through the door they were coming in from. Oddly, not one of them stung me, or even landed on me. I awoke before I got to the door. The room, for some reason, was about half the size of a room.
wasps – stinging words, gossips, busybodies
bed – rest and healing, the marriage bed, refuge
bedroom – private area, a place of relaxation