Upon opening the door, huge hornets began to rush out of the hive and collect in defense postures on its surface. Their wings fluttered and twisted. One of them found a hole in the mesh that surrounded them. Another hornet followed by another and another until all of them escaped into the bathroom and the rest of the house. A hornet landed on my hand and stung me.
Oddly, I was not afraid. But I knew I had to warn my house full of guests they would have to evacuate until I took care of these party pooping pests.
As people flooded out of my house, I began to check for hornets. On their way out, one of my guests said:
" Will we still get to meet your dad?"
"Of course, he's just running late."
I continued my search of the house.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around. It was my father. He wanted to help me deal with the hornets. We scoured the house until I looked under the hand carved table crafted by my ship's carver great grandfather in the late 19th century. Hanging upside down to the underside of the table was a hornet the size of a small turkey. Again, I was not scared.
My father said, "It's the Queen."
He pushed me out of the way and with two hands grabbed the queen hornet and presented it to me:
The queen began to squirm and fight to escape.
I pulled out my green "Old Timer" knife with it's 3" blade and tried to hand it to him.
"No, You do it......... I have my pants full holding it."
"But dad, how .......?"
"Cut its head off."
I used the knife to decapitate the hornet. Looking inside the decapitated head, I saw nothing. The head was empty.
That is when I woke up.
I am guessing that some people might consider this a nightmare or maybe a bad dream. I don't. I cannot remember having a nightmare since the night when I was eight and I went to sleep after having seen the original "King Kong" on "The Late Show".
That was the last time I asked to sleep in my parents bed as far as I can remember. Ever since, I have categorized dreams as Great, Good, or Not so Good. But never have I ever been scared of a dream like I was that night after watching King Kong run amok in New York City.
As always, please keep it 'tween the ditches ........................
First I googled "Songs about King Kong". There were quite a few. But I was not impressed with my first searches. So I googled "Songs about dreams". ..... Jack Pot!
Metallica's 1991 tune, "Enter Sandman'' was staring me in the face. It was Black Sabbath who tickled my interest in Metal music and it was Metallica twenty years later, who made me admit to myself, I was part head banger after all.
There's an unwritten rule about Metal music. Listen to it with the volume turned below WOW and it means you're a pussy. Metal music is meant to be felt, not just heard.