After a daytime nap, I remembered dreaming of looking for a good place to sleep. I was in a run down log cabin or lean-to; it was a rugged camping situation. There was a bed fenced in with wire mesh, but there was a bag of chips or something in it with ants, and it was too messy so I looked elsewhere. There was a part of the cabin that was a dock, with a floating bed on the water. Or maybe it was in a bed in a small boat chained to the dock? I got into that boat bed, which had a lot of covers on it. The room was dark…but there was a scarab beetle the color of burnt umber flying around making a buzzing noise. It had a rough sandpaper-like back. I remember thinking I hadn’t seen one like this before. I was trying to pick it up off the bed but it was flying around and rolling on its back, etc. I was finally able to grip onto it and then I woke up.
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