So last night I had a short little dream. There was this long passageway where people were lined up for something. I was there to give someone a message that was written on a scrap of paper. The line was too long for me to see what was at the end but it moved slowly forward.
When I got closer I saw that at the end of the tunnel was a giant brown scorpion. I saw the person at the front of the line approach it and it stung him in the middle of the forehead. I was asked the man in front of me what was going on and he told me that the sting will take away your identity. I asked him why he would want to do this and he told me it was to start fresh. I asked him his name and he told me that it was Steven, but that it would no longer exist in a few moments.
Steven got to the front of the line and the scorpion stung him on the forehead. When he turned around his face was scaled with blue and black veins that were swollen and bruised. I asked him if it hurt and he smiled at me and replied that he felt ‘nothing’.
Once he vanished I quickly told the scorpion that I was not there to be stung, but to deliver a message. He asked me what the message was so I showed him the paper in my hand. I asked him if he wanted me to read it aloud since he didn’t have hands, but he told me that that was not necessary. I looked down and saw that the message had vanished from my hands. Then I woke up and checked my bed for scorpions.

Weird, right?