Nightmare

I've noticed there's this trend among writers to have dreams about ideas and then turn them into short stories. That being said, I wonder if people like Stephen King ever made use of their own nightmares.

Sometimes I have nightmares and they make total and complete sense; I'm stressing about a paper so I have a dream that I don't finish a paper and I fail out of school. I'm having a fight/argument with a friend, so I dream about them pushing me out of a burning airplane. Really, nightmares are usually just extreme versions of my fears about what's actually happening in reality. And when I wake up, I can usually process them as such.

None of that explains why I have been having dreams about my house being infested with bees. I think the last time I was afraid of a bee, or even thought all that hard about bees, was when I was six-years-old. I don't see bees on campus that often, and when I do, I don't panic or cry or anything. The bees in my nightmare though, they were terrifying. Like, they would play dead when you looked at them. Literally, they would lie on the ground and just look like dead, sad bees. And you could kick them and swat them or whatever, but they kind of just reacted like rocks. Then, you turn your back, and you hear this intense buzzing, swarm sound. Turn around again and they were rocks. (Weeping angels? Doctor Who? Anyone?) And it turned into this really epic battle for possession of my home from these really creepy bees. And by the end I woke up very literally screaming.

I get that the bees probably represent something and that I might have thought about them in passing an my mind just clung to it, but I still have no idea why I had that nightmare. And as of late, it's been on my mind a lot. So I might write be writing my next short story about murderous bees. Sorry about that.