I dreamed about centipedes. There was one on something...a bed I think. And in trying to get it off without touching it, I made the danger thing fly. Thought it landed in my hair.
What a horrible night. It happened several times.
Nothing symbolic here. Lice going around the class, and we took the air conditioners out of the window. The first day I found a HUGE centipede under my bed. The next day while sorting laundry I found a small one.
What a horrible night. It happened several times.
Nothing symbolic here. Lice going around the class, and we took the air conditioners out of the window. The first day I found a HUGE centipede under my bed. The next day while sorting laundry I found a small one.