Else what's a heaven for?

Last night I dreamt I was part of a group staging commercials? I worked on several productions, but the one that made me wake up was the one where we had a farm boy as one of the actors and he was covered in insects and he kept coming over to touch me and I kept freaking out about the decontamination I’d require before I could go home to my kids.

When I woke up I thought about all the dreams I’ve had about insects and my secret fear that I’ve observed a sign of infestation that hasn’t reached my conscious brain yet. I realized that it could also be the inter generational trauma of city dwellers in a Third World country.

Now that I’m writing about it, I know it’s a displaced disgust reaction *sigh*