A Dream

I had a dream the other night that was pretty strange. I am trying to find out what it means.

The dream came at one of those times where the alarm has already gone off, you get up to turn the alarm off, and then lay back down and fall asleep again for a few minutes.

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I was in a very large building, seemingly looking for someone...looking for some kind of answer to something. Suddenly my cell phone rang. It was the professor; but not just any professor, it was the top dog. The leading expert in the field.

We talked on the phone for a while as I took in the sheer wonderment of why he would take the time to discuss this issue with me. As we talked I was walking all around the building, which I believed was a very large college campus building. Depending on where I went the signal strength of my phone varied. Several times we cut in and out but he did not ever hint at hanging up.

He guided me as I spoke to the location that I could find him. The directions were confusing but I eventually made my way out a door and found him standing in a common area. We hung up our phones and began to walk and continue our conversation where we eventually met up with some of his family members. He invited me to tag along so that we could keep talking.

We all piled into a 20's-30's model car and drove down the street. This car somehow had 3 rows of seats. I was in the very back on the passenger side and he was in the middle row middle seat. We were all pretty pressed for space. 

As we rode I began to see that there were bees flying all over around the inside of the car. No one else seemed to be bothered by them but I started to panic a little inside. I attempted to try and shoe some of them out my window and then tried rolling it up all the way but the handle was broken inside the door. I reached down to the door handle to try and jiggle everything to get the window crank to latch back up to work. As I was shaking the door handle more bees began to surface from a nest inside the handle. I did not get stung but feared that it would happen. I also began to see that this was a problem that had probably been in the car for quite some time. Why weren't they bothered by this?

About this time I then looked down at my leg to see a miniature scorpion crawling across it. Afraid of potentially being stung by it I reached down and grabbed its tail just below where the stinger was. When I attempted to pull it off of my leg it dug some claws into my pant leg in attempts of holding on and would not let go. I then sat there in fear that not only could I not get it off, but also that if I let go of it then it would sting me. So I just sat there wondering what I should do.

That is when I woke up with a racing heart.

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Any thoughts as to what this means?