Busker

I think I drank beer and vodka this night

I'm supposed to meet up with Josh and some other guy at Josh's father's house. We're all on dirt bikes at different places around the NE heights. I get a bit confused and lost taking a short cut on dirt roads, but end up at the arroyo just north of the house. I throw my bike over a wall into the subdivision, creep past someone's flowerbeds planted with pansies. At about this time, I realize there are a lot of bugs in the air and they're starting to divebomb me.

One particularly large bug is menacing me, a large wasp or some such. It makes a very loud noise, "Bzzzzz'K! Bzzzzz'K!" as it scratches at my skin and starts to dig a hole into my right forearm, at an angle, almost like a shunt. It is trying to get inside my arm with long, sharp legs. By this time, I'm pounding on the door of Josh's father's house. He finally answers the door, and I'm yelling about "let me in, this thing is really freaking me out." He laughs and says that it's just a "Busker," nothing to worry about. He doesn't close the door fast enough and it gets into the house. I panic and flee to a bathroom, hide in the shower. I can hear it still "Bzzzzz'K"-ing, and its legs scratching on the surface of the door. Josh's dad opens the door, still making fun that I'm scared of this thing.

It flys into the bathroom, lands on the shower curtain, so that I see it in silhouette. It's big, the span of its legs would cover a dinner plate. I'm shouting at Josh's father, who pulls the thing off the curtain and then opens the curtain. He has the Busker by the back and he shoves it in my face, laughing. It's like a soft shell crab but with too many legs, all groping the air at me. I shout at him to fucking cut it out, he says something like, "Fine, I don't know what you're so scared about." He throws it in the toilet and flushes it and it's gone.

I woke up in a panic, slept the rest of the night with a light on.