The Lost Souls of the Insect Generation
I bolted out of bed this morning after having one of those horrific ‘wake-up-snooze-fall-back-asleep-dreams’. The dream involved three oversized, translucent yellow, razor thin cockroaches with spindly foot-long legs making them resemble those bugs we used to make out of craft wire as kids. Only these cockroaches had a much more futuristic polished shell, as if they were the twisted ill-begotten invention of some out-of-work Apple designers. They were as big as a Sussex Spaniel but moved around with a frightening amount of speed and dexterity.

After a few cups of coffee, I felt better. I got the Dream Dictionary off the bookshelf. It said that insect dreams “usually represent small, nagging worries. Things that ‘bug’ you. Traditionally, they can represent relatives. How you handle the insects in your dream, tells you how to handle these worries.”

“So I got that going for me, which is nice.” – B. Murray

Well I won’t dwell on that one cause I don’t like the idea that I’m representing my relatives as giant translucent cockroaches. And what if I killed the bugs in my dream? Does that mean I want to off my relatives?
Well, maybe a couple – but for the most part they’re all good people.

If it’s true that I’m worried about small, nagging things, then I think I know what might be at the root of the problem. It has been ‘buggin’ me for a few days now. It’s got nothing to do with Kobe Bryant, nor the crazy reality television/American Idol type situation that’s taking place in the California Governors race. Nor does it have anything to do with the horrendous fact that my country has attacked and taken over two other countries in the last two years. What’s really got me clutched and upset is the fact that Teen Pottery Barn is selling a set of four individual pillows each with a single letter, that, when combined, all spell out the word “punk”! It’s truly maddening. Let’s face facts. Punk has been dead for decades now. So to exhume and prance its corpse around the innocent and brightly decorated bedrooms of our children…well that’s just inhuman. It’s the work of insects. Insects that must be destroyed.