Bees and Robotic Afterlife

Date: 11/20/2018

Dream 1: All I remember is a couple friends were at our house, one of them saw our trash can and said. “Looks like it’s bulging...” He opened the lid to find a horrible rotten mess inside. Old food had rotted and molded over, I could even smell it. Just then, I saw a cloud of bees swarming out of the trash can! There was a giant hive attached to the bottom of the lid. My friend dropped the lid and ran. “The yellow jackets moved in!” Bees instantly covered me and though I was extremely panicked, I stayed incredibly still, as to not piss off any stingers. ——————— Dream 2: I was apparently in an accident which completely ruined my body, but doctors were able to put my mind into a new robotic body to keep me alive. My new body was flawlessly engineered to resemble a living person. You would never know unless I was cut open. I’m now at a funeral. My funeral. I see multiple mounds of dirt being filled in. My body has already been lowered into the ground and mostly covered by automated machines. A chill washes over me. That’s my body. The body that I’ve had and developed for over 30 years, since I was born into this world, I’ll never see it again. Every unique flaw, weird freckle, my heart, my lungs... it’s all gone. Later at a diner, I’m having a meal with my wife by a window, looking out at the overcast and gloomy day. “I died in that accident – my body died anyway – does that make me dead?” I ponder aloud. She is haunted by the thought, and we sit in silence. I’m in a hospital room with a doctor. There are several illustrations of needles on various parts of me. He’s inserting a large needle into those spots, and collecting a white fluid. It makes me cringe, and it sort of hurts but not bad. He makes a cut with a scalpel to test my pain. It hurts at first, then stops. “My left foot is going numb,” I tell him, shaking with fear. He is un-phased. “Yeah, it’ll do that,” he says as he continues to collect samples. I can’t remember anything else but what a creepy dream.