You ever have one of those dreams where you're on the verge of waking, but you're asleep -just- enough so that whatever is happening in reality mixes in with your dream, or maybe your dream state affects your waking logic? That happened to me this morning.
I was lying there in bed and something began to repeatedly brush my arm. In my barely-conscious head I immediately "figured out" it was a moth. Normally something like this would freak me out, but instead I reassured myself, with the utmost of confidence, when I "remembered", "Good thing I'm the Moth King".
You know, because having domain over those fluttery insects makes me unaffected to them flittering all over my arm at 7 in the morning!
Everything was okay now, right? I needn't lose any sleep over a silly little moth! I think there was even a part of me that felt real smug over the fact I was the only one who didn't have to worry about this problem, being the Moth King and all.
Then, all at once, the conscious part of my brain seemed to string together reality and I realized that I -wasn't- the Moth King, it -wasn't- okay that there was a moth flying around my arm, and that, holy crap!, there's a moth in my room!
I then proceeded to jump up and freak out, wiping imaginary moth residue off my arms and frantically trying to locate this persistent bug. It was then, at the point where I was mostly awake now, that I realized that the cotton sticking out of my blanket was the culprit all along, rubbing my arm as I moved in bed, and there was never any moth.
Just as I was about to fall back asleep I had a final thought pass through my head. Wondering to myself in bewilderment I asked, "The Moth King??"
