Was awoken this morning by a somewhat disturbing dream.

In my dream, after having jets of rancid rainwater wash over my face from my leaky bedroom ceiling, more of the ceiling caved in, revealing giant yellow jacket nests in the roof above – and I don’t mean that the nests themselves were just giant; the combs were made by wasps the size of rats.

I think my subconscious is trying to tell me that I really hate my bedroom and yellow jackets (Why it bothered, I’ll never know; I was already consciously aware of my hatred for both.).