Lamar Howell's Weblog

I had the most unusual and unsettling dream last night. I was on a stretch of country highway surrounded by farmland. Cradled in my hands was a wooden crate in which I thought was something good. When I opened it, it was empty except for a few dozen small insects. I left the crate open and walked away. Then I heard what was like a radio announcement. It said, “What is coming will be disastrous and it will destroy all the corn.” This frightened me and I turned to turn back up the hill to close the box of insects. I found in my arms another crate and I looked inside it. It held a couple of dozen healthy and hungry green lizards. I raced toward the insect crate with terror hoping to get the lizards there before the insects escaped. As I reached it, I looked up and saw that the insects had gotten wings, multiplied, and were swarming high in the sky. I knew then that I could still let the lizards out and maybe they could slow the pestilence. When I woke up, I realized that the number of the lizards was the same as the number of  days before the Presidential election.