My dream was brief but landed heavily: three small electric blue butterflies landed on my forearm, started gnawing intently at my skin. It hurt slightly though they weren’t being violent. It was as if their work had purpose, and they knew I could take the discomfort – and should. I tried hastily to tug them off, but they remained unfazed, and only grew more steadfast at their undertaking. At last, the one with skinny black stripes on its wings, broke into my skin and swiftly dug its way inside. I stood there aghast, watching as the creature pierced a vein and vanished up my arm. The other two immediately followed suit, shooting up the same path, and my whole arm began to pulse with a fiery heat; a burn, burn, burn from my finger to my collarbone….And then I woke up. Not sure what to think, but looks like metamorphosis wants in…
The Blyss Catalyst 