Somehow, I'm in the forest again. No, I haven't been here
before, though it seems familiar. There's a bee ahead of me.
A bee nest. A noise was there at one second; one noise that
goes into your head, as if you were stung and the poison's
ripping through you, and was gone in the next moment.

Ahead of me, in the shadows of the forest, I can see a woman
standing there. Doing something, concentrating. I come
towards her, and there are bees everywhere. I can just feel
them touching me, flying by, teasing.
And She's there. Covered with bees, a smoke of bees; as if
the forest is on fire. She's asking me to come to her, to
rescue her from the danger. I rush towards her, looking
around me rather than what I'm running in to. The colour
green passes past my eyes. Green on old trees, and green on
the blossoming bushes and flowers. Life, in all its glory,
the beauty of this forest, the knowledge that it will all be
over, the forest will go away...

Suddenly, I can see her right in front of me. So close I can
see through her. See looks in my eyes and says:
"The bees are gone".
And so they are, all stored in a different cubical in my
brain. And she's laughing. I see my reflection in her eyes.
"This is a nightmare. I will wake up", I tell her.
She keeps on laughing and, with her hands up in the air, she
calls for the bees. They come. So many, they seem to take up
my entire brain. They're ruining everything they touch, and
they're coming towards me...

Take a deep breath. Relax. You're back in in your safe
place. Back where nothing is real. Back in your
psychologicaly defected head.