I had this dream where I was in a field of wildflowers.
They were margarine yellow, and they smelled like honey.
As I bent down to gather some, I was assaulted by grasshoppers
that leaped into the air and beat their armored bodies against
the smoothness of my legs. I could feel them, pelting against my skin, and even in the dream I was repulsed by the contact of their exoskeletons.
I expected one thing, and got another instead.