The room wasn't just mine. It was mine plus many, many elements from Ferris Bueller's
room - most notably the stereo that he throws a baseball at as his parents come up the staircase. Just like during consciousness, the little wing flutter woke me up. I did that whole horizontal spin move
fight-or-flight-i-think-i'll-hyperventilate mechanism - those are insects for you for me. It was definitely crawling past this painting of a jungle above my bed, which i was sharing with [18]. she was freaking out because at this point i got up and was just staring the mother-fucker down. It definitely had two really long, rigid antennae. Kind of like those at the end of a
barbecue fork thing. When it crawled behind the jungle painting I started yelling, "I still know where you are fucker! I still know it!" I mean that's actually a pretty rare display of courage in the face of an insect so I kind of wonder why that confidence was present. Anyway it stuck it's "tines" out from the
jungle painting and I said, "Aha!" Then the
SEG switched to a wide shot of the room from the jungle painting camera and I realized that there were three people in the room, the third was [9], who I always thought looked like a
monkey. She was standing in the corner behind me and watching me flip out. [18] curled up at the corner of the bed and watched the insect travel along the walls behind the different posters. Everything rotated and as it did I was sitting on the bed huddled up and the door opened and it was [8]. I quickly kicked the door closed with [8] inside. The creature and [8] would have collided but he just calmly picked up a small dart from the floor and kid of sidearm/submarined it right at the insects head and killed it. When he picked it up it wasn't a roach with barbecue tines sticking out of its head but a truly ridiculous species. It had bright green and yellow
surf-gear-looking wings, about a foot wide, and the crazy antenna had disappearred. It wasn't a roach anymore either, instead it was distinctly a
slug with one end that led into the wings (the end that had been the tines, i'd imagine), and one end that turned into a
black and yellow screwdriver.
My analysis: So it's the typical insect fear thing. [8] is amazing at both dealing with bugs and doing random tiny things really precisely. I always thought [8] liked the monkey girl though he probably doesn't. Clearly I was either acting protective for the split second, when I realized there was someone with me. But the fact that I stood up and left [18] there to die is somewhat troubling. The jungle painting and the messy room recalls how nervous I am about keeping a dirty, humid room - fearing insects. The barbecue thing is beyond me, maybe horns or like an exaggeration of the power of a stupid roach. The fact that the roach was crawling on the walls above my bed is also indicative of specific fear that insects will get off the ground and go in my mouth. Maybe that's why the fork. I don't know why [8] had to save me, though I probably needed to be saved - and why did I kick the door
closed and then see [9]? Did I need her approval or was I looking to see what she thought of the prospect of [8] saving the day? I don't think it was approval, she was there for [8]. The precision thing is just characterization of [8] - it's spot on - but the fact that it turned into the weird-ass creature thing is beyond me. A screwdriver-headed, half-matured slug with surfboard wings? The screwdrivers were definitely the screwdrivers that I grew up with around the house. The slug is probably the insect I fear least though I still am creeped out by it. The transition into the butterfly-like thing with surfboard wings makes no sense. Was it a caterpillar? It's finally getting hazy.
