Don't let the bed bugs bite

I had a waterbed and in the dream, I had it in my mind that I set it up at 2am. I was sleeping and saw ants crawling on me. I got up and saw some blue frogs and another weird thing like a centipede but fatter. It was making screeching noises at me. I tried to get a picture of the frogs and they turned into kittens. I got up and pulled the mattress back, there was dirt and grass, leaves and all sorts of crap under the mattress. I was trying to figure out where the ants were coming from to get a trap set up. I had a broom and was sweeping up all the junk, blaming myself for setting the bed up in the dark not seeing all the dirt. My co-workers went by, stopped and asked why I was working so hard. Then I woke up.

Bugs

For some reason, I was trying to ignite a yellow chair in my living room, which in reality I like quite well. I was using either a candle or a lighter, and there were some charred spots, but I really wasn't making any headway. Then I looked down and saw that some cinders had fallen onto the floor. As I watched, there was movement amongst them, and tiny black bugs, and horrible spiders whose filament-like legs were almost transparent, started moving out from under the chair toward me.

I freaked out and started this full-on, ululating screaming as I attacked them with a broom (which I decided I would also burn when I was done).

Some of the spiders had sprung very thin bubbles on top of/around themselves, like tiny parachutes. When I looked at the havoc I'd wrought with my broom, what I saw were some of those collapsed bubbles (though larger now, and more like plastic cling film), and not insect corpses, but tiny, grotesque doll figurines.

I think this was a fairly direct response to the box elder bug invasion that's been taking place in my apartment over the past few weeks. And, no joke, as I was writing that last paragraph, I discovered one crawling on my toe. Ewwww.

Bugs.

I don't remember this dream extremely well, so you'll have to forgive me. But the part that I do remember was this crazy eating thing. I was trying to explain it to someone, and when I failed to prove my point, I thought, "Okay, I'll just tell her."

So I took out a knife and made a small incision slit into my forearm. It was straight out of Heroes. Then I squeezed this weird gel/paste that was greenish into the cut, and promptly a bug came out of nowhere and ate all the goo and fixed the cut.

What I remember most was the frustration of not being able to explain what I meant, and having to show it.