I woke up in a dark room, it looked like a hotel does. I saw that my mom was in the room and asked her where I was/what happened since the atmosphere seemed strange. She seemed to take a deep breath and told me to take a look outside and slowly opened the blinds. "Take a look for yourself"

As the blinds opened, it looked as if the buildings and world had been demolished. Everything seemed a grimy brown/orange and black, like buildings were disintegrating. We were in new york city, she said we were in an apartment. Upon closer inspection the buildings were not demolished but covered in massive amounts of strange fat little bugs with large bodies. They also swarmed around in the air.

Upon looking back into the room there were suddenly bugs all over the place. I got up with a fly swatter (red,plastic) and immediately started swatting at them. They were easily defeated however seemed to linger in the air before eventually floating down and disappearing. They seemed almost spongy. It was difficult to swing the fly swatter, like it was very heavy. The bugs died down in number and I saw what looked like a bug hive stuck on the glass of the window. It was purple, looked vaguely like a bee hive, and was spongy as well. I hit it with a fly swatter and some more bugs came out in a sort of slow pathetic poof. Then I woke up.

Part two:

Starts in a car ride, I'm with my family and two boys. I think we are going home from some sort of program or activity. I act awkward around my dad in the shoe entry place, he just has a dress shirt and pants no face. We enter my parents house and go to our rooms. The boys have some sort of cinnamon spice muffins, apparently I gave it to them. It smells like apples and sugar. I ask if E*** wants some of a chocolate hazelnut bar wafer, it is the size of a wooden ruler.

The house seems to also be a strange hotel. It looks like a Phoenix corporate center, with rounded cement mimicing adobe in gray. I enter my room and it seems like something isn't right again.

A woman appears out of nowhere to help find out what is wrong. She is wearing what seems to be a sort of uniform. A guy is also helping, he tries to rip the carpet up but fails. I am confused. The woman grabs scissors and cuts down the rug so she could see if there is anything underneath.

Under the rug there is a golden vent grate which seems to have sucked various papers and things into the corner. I wonder if anything fell down the grate. One of the documents is a black and white paper printout of A** C**** being my fitting model.

We clean the papers up and look at them closely. There are books filled with grotesque imagery and gore in the design style of Guinness World Records or Ripleys Believe It or Not. I feel disturbed and several people look away. It seems like there are four people here now.

I start saying that I used to really like this kind of stuff when I was younger. I think about how I really was struggling as a young child/teen and turned to very strange coping mechanisms.