This morning I dreamt my foot was attacked by a “galvanized dragonfly.” The stinging sensation accompanied by the dream was so acute that it woke me up immediately. Upon waking, the pain vanished as quickly as I had woke. Having realized it was only a dream, I nearly fell back asleep -- but not a moment before did I begin to wonder, what caused such a discomfort to rouse me from my slumber?
I was dreaming but the pain was real. That much I was certain of. Without expending much effort, I swept my leg beneath the covers exploring the possibilities. Had I kicked something? Nope. Nothing. Mustering what little might I could, I propped my head up to scan the room to ensure no furry creatures were to be held accountable either. Nada. Nearly overtaken by drowsiness, my resolve to determine what the hell could have “bit” me prevailed once again. So I pulled my duvet back not to find a scorpion, a poisonous spider, or even an insomniac ant - but the live power cord for my laptop!
Apparently, the cable crept into my bed and short-circuited itself in a buildup of moisture surrounding my foot. Moisture one might expect to find accumulate around their skin on a late-summer’s morning in an eastwardly facing room, just after sunrise, legs and feet both suffocated in the tenacious grasp of an entangled down duvet. I’ll spare you any further odious detail.
You can imagine my delight having not been fried to a crisp, or encountering the shock on any other (undesirable) region of my body. The foot, quite fortunate I must say. But I marvel at how quickly the subconsciousness can spring into action and conjure up such inventive, yet entirely non-related imagery.
Sure, I could have probably spent the rest of the day searching for words to describe the sensation inflicted by that power cord, but I don’t think any would be more befitting than a “Galvanized Dragonfly.”
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