GIANT. LEAPING. BUGS.

is what I dreamt about last night. Actually it was just one bug. And not quite as giant as the real-life (deep authoritative voice) MANTIS that visited my home a few weeks ago, but still horrifically big, in a 6-inch millipedal cockroach kinda way. It skittered and scrambled and stalked me throughout the dream, which was bad enough, then when it finally got out in the open to where I really couldn't avoid it (oh my god I just realized this is a huge friggin' metaphor for the feelings I've been trying to ignore), it started LEAPING. Like 4 feet up, and right towards ME. God, it was horrible, much girlie screaming and blind panic ensued. I think my stepdad was there, and I'm sure Freddie Prinze Jr. was, although I know not why. I'll tell you what, though, Freddie was no help at all, just sat there watching and laughing, so I pretty much hate that no-good bastard now.