Wednesday September 3, 1986
Tuesday evening my father brought a small chest of drawers and a couch to my apartment for me. While carrying the couch into the living room, I brushed a wasp nest in the doorway. My father and I talked about it. A few minutes later while carrying the chest upstairs I heard what sounded like loose BBs in the drawers. I mentioned them to my father. I also told him about my best friend's pet tarantula.
That night my best friend dreamt that he was standing in a doorway shooting at a wasp nest with a BB gun. Later, he dreamt there were several tarantulas clinging to his clothes.
Parallels: wasp nests, doorways, BBs, tarantulas
Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney
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