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Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh! I remembered what preceded my parents and I going into the churchy thing!

We were collecting certain insects for some unknown reason. I had a plant pot with some dirt in it, and in the dirt were this nasty worms that looked a lot like mealy worms. I tried picking one up, but it bit me, and it hurt like crazy! I told my parents about it, and suggested maybe that we go back home and check it out, so we turned around and headed home.

I also was holding a stick with a large spider on it, a spider that kind of had me spooked. Somehow, I accidentally dropped the stick, and when the spider hit my leg, I felt a surge of intense pain. I picked the stick up again and looked at my leg, upon which there was a large blob of what I assumed to be venom. There was also blood soaking through my jeans. It hurt, and I emphasized my need to get back home to my parents.

As I was telling them to hurry (the pain was increasing!), I felt something weird on my finger, and saw a cricket scratching and biting me. I couldn't shake it off or flick it off, and didn't know what to do!

At that moment, my mom was driving and we had gotten home to our lovely place in Holland, Michigan. Someone was having a soccer practice in our yard (with a bunch of little kids) so mom had to find a different place to park. The bugs we were collecting were supposed to be an exhibition for the soccer kids, so we had to park somewhere where they could come up and look into the van to see the bugs. I could see the mental processes in my mom's head as she decided not to park on top of her pink rosebushes. So we parked next to them and got out.

(now connect this to the last post...)

Many parts of last night's dream are elusive to my memory, but I'll give it a go:

My parents and I were on the shore of a lake, and there were some horses wading in the water a little while down the shore. One saw me and started walking over (I think she remembered me), and I was excited to see her. She kept coming, but she stopped a few feet away from where I could reach. I beckoned her over, so she took a few more steps and quickly sank into the mud, instantly becoming submerged under the water. There was nothing I could do, but I felt really bad.

Then my parents and I went to some odd church service, where the people involved in the service were on what looked like a stage, while we were in elevated seats. The organist was playing, but the organ keyboard was right in front of me. I had some severe temptation to play along on the keyboard, but resisted.

Then the church service turned into some sort of play, and I was supposed to play a part. I didn't do well in my part though, and my dad made a comment like, "I thought you were supposed to be some great comedic hero." He was mocking me sarcastically. I got into a huff and walked out. I walked past Katie and Cliff, who were coming in at the time. Katie wondered why I was huffy, but I ignored her and kept walking.

Apparently this stage thing was in a large house, and as I walked out I saw a large carpet that was a little bit messed up. I decided to fold it nicely so it looked better. As I was trying to do that (and failing) I heard my dad say something to Katie about finding out what's wrong with me.

She came out and kept trying to get me to tell her what was wrong, but I kept quiet.

And then I was walking with Bree from 3rd Noordy in a dark alley. I was looking at different coupons and wondering which would make for good takes to take a certain girl on. Bree took them from me and started rummaging through them, pulling out the ones she didn't like and wouldn't want to go on for a date. We ended up in a scary darker alley, and I thought to myself, "We shouldn't be here so late at night, especially when..."

and my alarm went off.