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Killing The Mantis
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
June 22, 2011

Killing the Mantis

It was a strange dream, the one last night. I remember traveling between two towns and swapping from one vehicle to another. At some point there was a backyard get together. I remember a white Pickett fence around a garden area. A rather large preying-mantis was found in that flowerbed and I went after it without a care for personal safety. My first grasp at it resulted in the things typical reaction of snapping at me with and balling up around my hand. I shook it loose and threw it down undaunted by its’ defensive attack. It was about a foot long. I then proceeded to snatch up several stones, one at a time, and throw them at it. After several hits I had killed it. I then picked it up and walked across a field to another house where a woman was burning trash in a barrel. Her children were there and she warned me to be careful of frightening them. I threw the carcass into the fire and walked back.

Later, along with everyone else, I noticed a storm front approaching. An emergency broadcast was warning of high winds with large amounts of debris. A few people went into a bunker in the yard but not everyone would fit. The rest of us went into the house and began clearing out closets and armoires to shelter in. The storm front was a massive affair of dark roiling clouds in which could be seen dark flecks of anything that might have been on the ground before the storm picked them up.

The alarm woke me and I started my morning off looking back across my sub-consciousness. I remember the mantis. I also remember the storm front. There were also the bright mental echoes of the white fence and colorful flowers of the garden. Blue sky and dark clouds also remained.

I don’t know where the mantis fits in but the storm front was like the shockwave of a hydrogen bomb detonation. I’m sure the dream was an echo of a movie I caught the tail end of last night. I really need to go to bed earlier from now on.

(Later that day one of our trucks came back from a run and there was a huge walking stick on it about a foot long. I used a stick to move it over to an empty trailer. It was there for the next two days moving into the shade from time to time and then gone.)