The Unbearable Banishment: What an idiot nightmare*

Thursday, April 4, 2013

What an idiot nightmare*

*Bukowski. Notes of a Dirty Old Man

I had a horrific nightmare. Nightmares are exceedingly rare for me. I sometimes have trouble falling asleep but it’s nothing that a mug of hot milk + honey won’t fix. Once I’m out, I’m out. But nightmares? Never get them. Ever.

In New Jersey we have a type of wasp that builds its nests in the ground. They look like this:


They’re big and scary. Almost as big as your thumb. If you step on a nest, you’re fucked x 100.

The house I grew up in wasn’t a nice house. It was a farm house that was much older, smaller and more run-down than the Cleveland suburb that sprung up around it. The house was an anomaly. It didn't look like it belonged there because it was built ages before the neighborhood was born. It stuck out, and not in a good way.

In my dream, I was sitting in the tiny dining room. The walls and door frames were crawling with ground wasps. Five or six at a time would land on me. They wouldn’t sting, but they’d bite. I'd grab one and try to pull it off but it would cling to my clothing and skin. In my dream, they were bigger. They were so big that as I closed my hand around one, the head would stick out of the top of my fist and the tail with the stinger would stick out of the bottom. I’d yank one off, crush it, throw it to the ground and another would take its place. The biting was relentless.

I ran into the bathroom. I had a can of insecticide in my hand. I started spraying them. I put the nozzle right up to their face, sprayed, and covered their heads with foam. Still, they kept coming. I grabbed one, went to the bathtub, turned the water on and held it under the tap. Its mouth opened wide and I could hear it fill up with water, like when you fill up a bottle. The water kept pouring in and pouring in.

I woke up tangled in my sheets. I remembered my sister running into that bathroom and locking the door behind her. I don’t remember exactly how old she was. A young teenager. Maybe 12 or 13. My father pounding the door with his fist, yelling at her to open the door. Her crying. He kept pounding and eventually we heard the wood split. Then he stopped. My sister, crying behind the locked door.

32 Comments:

Blogger Juliette said...

Now that sounds like an interesting dream that needs analysing..
Those wasps are nasty! What is the actual point of a wasp except to make you run, screaming from your dinner al fresco.

April 4, 2013 at 8:05 AM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

Hello, Juliette. It's interesting only in hindsight. Unpleasant at the time. I'm certain Freud would have a field day with his analysis. Not too mysterious, if you think about it.

April 4, 2013 at 8:14 AM  
Anonymous Scarlett said...

Urgh what a horrible dream! xx

April 4, 2013 at 9:11 AM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

If I had these on a reoccurring basis I'd seek medical help. Or psychological. Or pharmaceutical. Whatever worked best and was the most fun.

April 4, 2013 at 9:28 AM  
Blogger Gorilla Bananas said...

Dream are madness - a mechanism for the brain to clear out all the cobwebs lurking in dark places. They make me appreciate being awake more.

April 4, 2013 at 9:31 AM  
Blogger Juliette said...

I guess not if you didn't like the house and you don't like wasps. However, it would still be interesting to find out you were bonkers.

April 4, 2013 at 11:17 AM  
Blogger OldLady Of The Hills said...

This is one of the most Horrible nightmare's I've ever heard or read about! Frightening as hell!!! I've always been told that it isn't important what a dream is about, but how it made you feel....! Well, just reading about it made me scared out of my wits! Did you wake up in a cold swet?? All I can say is OY VEY!!!

April 4, 2013 at 11:19 AM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

I feel sorry for people who have reoccurring nightmares. How do they put up with this? This is why I don't read horror novels. I don't need a seed planted.

April 4, 2013 at 11:22 AM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

I typically don't remember this sort of thing but I though it might make a decent post so I hung onto the memory and jotted some notes down in the morning. Just LOOK at how this idiot blog has taken over my life! More than I care to admit. Surprisingly, I fell asleep again. I thought it'd keep me up until morning.

April 4, 2013 at 11:24 AM  
Blogger Chef Files said...

Siobhan texted me this morning: If you're dreaming, send me your dreams. If you're laughing, send me your smile. If you're singing, send me your song.

I replied: I'm sitting on the toilet, do you still want me to send you something?

April 4, 2013 at 2:20 PM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

Your lovely bride, trying to seize the moment in the most poetic way. You, throwing a cold bucket of water on the affair. And there we have the battle of the sexes, all wrapped in a red bow.

April 4, 2013 at 2:27 PM  
Blogger Chef Files said...

Actually pal, it was wrapped in Andrex tissue, but why spoil a good reply, eh?

April 4, 2013 at 3:35 PM  
Blogger dinahmow said...


I've known some people who endured nightmares for years. An uncle who spent time in a POW camp on Crete came home with some horrors and believe me, they were horrific.
But most dreams are, as GB says, a mechanism for mental house keeping and filing.

Your sister running from your father concerns me more.

April 4, 2013 at 5:52 PM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

The funny thing about my dad was that even though he was an exceedingly angry, unhappy guy, he never laid a hand on us. Lots of strum sturm und drang but no physical violence. And he couldn't drink because of the ulcer in his stomach. Thank god.

April 4, 2013 at 7:24 PM  
Anonymous daisyfae said...

dreams are simply how we file all of the nuggets of experience. hallucinogenic filing system on occasion, but i wouldn't get too worked up about it.

for what it's worth, if the wasps come back - in dreams, or in life, the best way to deal with them is DEFINITELY with that can of pesticide. and a lighter. makes a damn fine flamethrower...

April 4, 2013 at 10:15 PM  
Anonymous daisyfae said...

in my mind, you remain the sexiest beast in the blogosphere. you tie a lovely Andrex bow, my dear...

April 4, 2013 at 10:16 PM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

I don't put a lot of stock in dreams. I consider their secret hidden meanings about as plausible as astrology and UFOs.

I actually DID the aerosol flamethrower trick when I was a kid. I think it was a can of Aqua Net. I was copying James Bond in Live and Let Die. I didn't realize I could have lost a hand doing it!

April 5, 2013 at 8:07 AM  
Blogger Ellie said...

Sounds like an anxiety dream to me. It's the type of dream I would have before an event that had me a bit nervous ... A client meeting or tetchy conversation to be had with a family member. What's going on in UB's life, I wonder. ;-)

April 5, 2013 at 8:47 AM  
Blogger Scarlet Blue said...

I sometimes dream about hornets or spiders. UGH.
I often have a reoccurring dream about missing a train, or having my bag stolen... meaning I end up running around chasing people... or trains... obvious meanings going on here... BUT the thing is that I now know how to wake myself up so that I don't waste my time in restless dreams.
Sx

April 5, 2013 at 8:50 AM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

I only WISH I could write about what's going on! These posts are heavily edited and filtered. I operate under the unwritten law that once something is out in the ether, you can never get it back. But, boy, could I give you an earful.

One could just as easily ask YOU the same question!

April 5, 2013 at 9:31 AM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

I had a flying dream once when I was in my 20s and I still remember it to this day. I swear to God! I was flying about six feet off the ground over a field we used to play baseball in when I was a kid. I could feel the movement.

April 5, 2013 at 9:33 AM  
Blogger Scarlet Blue said...

Lucid dreaming? I do that, that's the weirdest feeling.
Sx

April 5, 2013 at 12:46 PM  
Blogger savannah said...

i tried writing about my dreams of the last 2 days and couldn't, so i linked to your recounting. just the idea of putting mine down on paper/the screen made me shiver! xoxoxo

April 6, 2013 at 8:50 AM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

Thanks for the link but if your dreams make you shiver then you should ABSOLUTELY post them! Everything is fodder for a good post. That's the rule.

April 6, 2013 at 9:24 AM  
Blogger Pat said...

Surely you have a screen play right there.

April 8, 2013 at 4:26 AM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

It's nothing I'd want to sit through again. Also inappropriate for the kiddies.

April 8, 2013 at 5:32 AM  
OpenID Winopants said...

Vivid nightmares are the worst, and this one sounds particularly freaky. My recurring nightmares are: being lost in a giant house that is like maze, with the Nutcracker music in the background (something to do with being traumatized by my grandpa's spooky ocean side home as a kid); and crashing in a plane. Haven't had these in a while but they used to be a regular thing.

April 8, 2013 at 11:36 AM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

Ah. Crashing in a plane. Hence, your aversion to travel. Well, I suggest you try to rise above your fear of flying. Don't you ever want to see Europe? Or Asia? Or New York City, for cryin' out loud? You can always medicate yourself. They don't call it 'comfortably numb' for nothing.

April 8, 2013 at 11:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just want to know which sister?
He did hit us once (well the 3 olders ones anyway)...with his VERY LONG belt for not cleaning the garage. That one I remember glad you forgot.
MT

Winopants-"grandpa's spooky ocean side home?" That sound is music to my ears I think Unbearable would agree with me on that one. Sorry it damaged you for life.

April 8, 2013 at 12:17 PM  
Blogger The Unbearable Banishment said...

Talk about forgot...that was you, dear. Actually I got the belt for playing with matches in the garage near the lawn mower gas can. Kind of understandable.

Funny you should say that. I, too, I blocked out the "grandpa's spooky..." and only heard "...oceanside home."

April 8, 2013 at 1:18 PM  
Blogger looby said...

I have weird and unpleasant dreams when I stop drinking. So there's only one solution...

April 11, 2013 at 8:09 AM  
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