I had this dream on June 21, 2019:
I didn't witness the bee attack, but was reading about it in the paper. I was reading it and trying to picture what he went through.
He said he had done something to accidentally anger the bees to get them to sting, blowing in the air before going into a barn, and when he came out, they stung him. He had been yelling something like, "We did it!" or "We got it!" and that's when the bees stung him. He said that only about 40 or 50 of them stung him, he wasn't completely covered in bees (I could see the numbers 40 and 50 very clearly). They had flown into his open mouth, and doctors were amazed that he wasn't killed by it. He said that in the hospital, they had to sew up his "bottomhole" and put in a temporary colostomy while he was healing. Bottomhole was the word that seemed so strange to me and I tried not to laugh as I read it.
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My parents and I were shopping in a store in town, very similar to Ollie's department store. It looked the way it does in real life, only they had Christmas stuff around, and it's only June! One thing that really stood out was a giant inflatable Santa Claus that was for *sale*, not *decoration*.
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The bedroom wasn't dark, just in twilight. I wasn't lying in my regular bed, but a bigger one we had thrown out years ago, turned over, and saw Jordy Verrill from the Creepshow segment, The Lonesome Death of Jordy Verrill; he was wearing the same clothes as in the movie.
He rolled over toward me, mumbled something about "having weird dreams", and wrapped his arms around me. I knew that I was dreaming, so I returned his hug and tried to comfort him, saying, "Shhhh. Everything will be all right!" I wake up before more could happen.
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I've read that it's not possible to read while dreaming because our eyes are closed, but I *have* done it.
