Weevil Killing Spiders

I happened to be in a big city with lots of skyscrapers reclining on the hotel bed gazing out at the sunset (as I always do) when I noticed a thrush was hopping round on the railings above. I motioned for it to come in through the open window and held my finger up for it to perch on hardly daring to imagine that it would do so. After cautiously negotiating the flapping curtains it swooped in, but I never did see where it went.

I must have drifted off to sleep, for when I woke I peered through the moonlight to see drowsy wasps scattered on the carpet and spiders preying upon them. They were putting up a good fight though and I managed to dodge the writhing clusters on my way to the kitchen to get a drink of water, for I was parched. I squeezed a lemon into the glass then filled it with water and took one sip before resting it on the bench. I went to take another sip and there was none left so I repeated the process but try as I might my thirst could not be quenched.

Feeling quite defeated, I suddenly awoke (in real life -I'm pretty sure) with a dry as mouf, sore froat and stuffed up dose, crying out for a mucolytic agent. Seriously contemplated tottering through to the kitchen to slake my thirst but looked at the time (6:28) and decided it would be better spent catching some more zzzz's before the alarm went off.

Then I was in a boat discussing a parasailing trip we had planned for next weekend and searching for the best launching spot. I was at the bow nonchalantly tossing ping pong balls onto a square plate on top of a pedestal whist someone else was steering (or so they seemed to be). Then someone from the boat in front threw a ping pong at me and it landed on my right eye -I was not impressed. Normally I wouldn't mind as it's only a ping pong ball, after all, but it actually hurt.

Before I knew what was happening the guy who was supposed to be steering this thing has jumped ship and is on the shore directing me to steer it in between a couple other boats ready for mooring. I was yelling back that I had no idea HOW! But it didn't seem to matter as I eventually managed to overmanning it by leaning on the appropriate side.

There hadn't been enough wetsuits for to go round so I donned full body armor instead and jumped into the water when a huge wave came out of nowhere and propelled me into the shallows right next to another boat. Someone else called out that I was a Torren but I said I wasn't (as I didn't even know what one was -and I still don't) but perhaps I was when I learnt of the real reason I was there. I had to go help diffuse a bomb that was planted under this other boat.

I took a deep breath and dived down. And as soon as I had, I found I needed to take another breath so I did (in the water, cool huh?). When I got down I saw there was no one else so I had to dismantle the bomb by myself, which I did just in time.

Then I was on top of the hill overlooking the bay with the skipper, staring not at the view but at some memorial mound. Mostly, it was just and old rotting tree stump but I could see it held special memories. I asked if the mistakes of our ancestors were any cause for regret. I leaned in to touch my forehead to a piece of branch that was sticking out, to feel the damp wood against my skin and inhale the mustiness. It was only then I noticed a sprig of fresh growth with small waxy white fragrant flowers (the closest thing I can think of is mandarin flowers).

And then I woke up.

I rolled over and saw the spiders struggling not with wasps now but with giant weevils. They were starting to prevail and I knew I had to be quick with the camera if I wanted to capture the action before the imminent annihilation. I turn it onto maro-shot and pressed the (what is that button called? The one that takes the photos, anyway), but nothing happened. In the dim morning light I expected a flash to go off, but no. My camera would not take a single photo.

And with that frustration it was almost a relief to hear the familiar ring of my alarm (in real life).