Bees, a warehouse, and the baby shed

I had another weird lucid dream (no surprise). Let’s get started I guess.

So I started this lucid dream at my base, my parents’ house. I was out in the grass field adjacent to the lot in front of the house. It’s hidden by the church in front of my parents’ house. I was running around from some reason when a swarm of bees emerged from the ground. At first it was only one. I was wearing a grey hoodie so I pulled it over as I continued. There was no threat from the bee if it couldn’t reach my skin. So like I said, I just continued. Turns out I was running from my sister. She stopped about 10 feet away from me. As she stopped, the single bee went back into the ground and re-emerged with backup. I took off at top speed as the string of bees followed. I could hear their buzzing as they closed in on my head and face. I imagined wearing a protective suit, placing another layer between my skin and the bees. I managed to lose the bees with my amazing speed and distance from their hive. My sister, completely unbothered by the bees, was in pursuit of me. I spat time warps into the air in an effort to slow her down. She couldn’t see the invisible traps so they worked like a charm. Each one impacted her and slowed her down.

I shifted the scenery to a warehouse. My wife and I approached it. There was an old man outside asking why we were there. I just told him that we wanted to look inside. There was a lock on the door. I slipped through reality and phased us into the structure. We walked around this giant warehouse. I guesstimated that it had enough space for 10 students to live. I guess I was thinking about real estate investing. I looked up and there was a loft. The ladder leading up to the loft was vertical. I climbed up and checked out the space. From there I could see the entire space and I had an understanding of how the space could be used. I jumped down. I was naked for some reason. Don’t ask. Anyway, the old man was now in the warehouse asking what we were doing in there. I sorta panicked, grabbed a deflated kiddie pool and wrapped it around myself. The old man didn’t even notice as he approached. I explained the possibilities of the place and how it could be used. Apparently his daughter came in with him.

We started to build a shed. I stood outside and watched as the insulation was being created. There was this thin, young guy on a ladder inside. He had a nozzled hose connected to some unknown liquid. As the liquid hit the air, it formed into a long rectangular prism of insulation. He moved at an amazing rate as the insulation lined the walls. Time jump. The walls were closed in. We were now working on the ceiling. The insulation was not staying in place. I walked into the shed to see about the problem. I felt the insulation with my hands. One side of the insulation had adhesive on it. I asked if it would stick to the ceiling and the installer, inspired by my thoughts, agreed. He tried but it still didn’t work. After he created as many insulation prisms as possible, he left. I climbed up the ladder, carrying some of the insulation, and forced it into place. It folded easily and was quite pliable. As I stacked it up, I overheard a conversation taking place. I looked down and saw a scientist holding a baby. He said “this structure can support quite a few of these”, before placing the baby back into a cage. The man he was talking to chided, “hell, I could chain my wife to a bed and hook these babies hook. They can feed all day”. I had no idea what they were talking about but it was shocking to say the least. I left to head home.

On my way home I headed to a train station. Inside, the line spanned the entire space. I waited behind this one guy who fidgeted about with anxious energy. As the line shifted forward he became distracted. I walked pass him and kept the line going. Instead of waiting to board a train, it turns out we were waiting to get food. We were herded by what could only be described as a high school principal with a bullhorn. He was yelling direction as we approached the counter. There were school desks there as well. I moved about 30 useless desks and allowed the line to continue towards the food counter. I finally reached the counter and grabbed my plate. Each plate had a calzone and a slice of pizza on it. I don’t remember the pizza being any good but we were told to hurry up and eat or else. The dream ended. Was that weird?