The Layers, They Are Many

Just woke up from what was supposed to be a nap, but turned into sleep-fest 2004. Had a dream that I cant remember much of but I can remember the last part.

I was walking down a road near my house here in Winnsboro. This is weird because usually in my dreams I'm not at this house, or anywhere near a Winnsboro landmark.

I see a guy killing bugs with a lot of really high tech equipment. He has a gun that he is shooting darts into people to kill the bugs that are getting inside of them. I'm going along not thinking anything of it, apparently this is a common occurrence in my dream world. He and I are further down the road, when suddenly I feel a pain in my wrist. I look down and a fly, is in my wrist, burrowing into my skin.

I start franticly digging at it, trying to get it out, while the bug killer guy looks the other way. I rip off a huge chunk of my own skin and get part of the fly out. The skin came off like a piece of an apples skin, but it didn't hurt. I kept digging, and ripped off more skin, and realized that I had a whole other layer of skin under my top one that was keeping the fly from getting into my body. I ripped off some more so now the size of the hole was about the size of a military dog-tag. I was able to dig out the rest of the fly, and also for some reason a lot of cat hair that came in a clump like when my dad wiped down our kitchen cupboards today.

About now the bug guy started fighting with some voice from the sky that was trying to get him but he was ready for it. Then I woke up.