bee dream

I'm with Charly, my beekeeper friend from Coed.

I have a dream that I'm about to swarm with a swarm of bees, and all of a sudden we are off, flying up through the air.

Its so exciting and exhilarating.

I wake, and Simon, the bee man is there. I tell him my dream and he tells me that this is a good dream, a very good sign. I get the feeling that this dream was a premonition, so I go wandering to find swarms. I wander over to the hives to see how they are getting on, and yes, the first one has swarmed, and the swarm is strangely hanging around the old hive. When I get close, I see that the bees are full of honey, they are like little fluffy golden balls. - its all the store they need to take with them for the building of the new hive.

I get one of these honey coated bees on my hand and it gets really angry and stings me, and now I've aggravated the whole swarm, so I make a move out of the way to another area. Here there are more swarms, which are hovering around the branches of trees,

These swarms are also hostile and so I make sure to keep well out of there way.

One bee ends up following me everywhere, and I end up killing it to stop it bothering me. But now I feel that I've aggravated the whole swarm, and I get worried and go to shelter in these buildings, not far from the swarm.

Charly is still outside, so i go back outside to chat to her. I tell her about the bee swarms. i can see that there are 4 swarms all hanging out close to one another, not far from where I'm stood. They are spiraling around the branches, so I don't go too close.

I go back into the building to keep safe from the swarms. 2 young women are staying in one of the rooms, and I see them and find them very attractive. They see me but we don't exchange any words.

I go back outside and I end up getting chased by some bees a second time and out of fear and frustration I stand on one of the bees to kill it. I go back to shelter in the buildings, and sit down in the room with the 2 young women. A bee comes to me- not another!! I think. But this one is not trying to harm me, and it comes to rest on my hand. I see how beautiful the bee is, and say sorry to the bee for killing two of its kind. It feels good to talk to the bee.