Strange dreams. I went to a luncheon with people I did not recognize. As I left, I was handed a yellow and black bumblebee. We were all told to keep our bees safe.
I stared at it. It seemed to be curled up like it was sleeping. I wondered if it would sting me when it woke up.
I tried to think of what to feed the bee or how to make it happy. I have and love plants but I never have enough flowers to keep a bee fed. Also, does the bee need company? In the dream, I decided that Central Park in New York City was a good place for the bee to thrive and tried to figure out how to get it there.
Central Park is a huge bird watching site. Birds can see and identify it while migrating so it is a major bird pit stop. It is a place for whatever water, food and trees birds need. Knowing this, it occurred to me it might be a place with lots of flowers for my bumble bee. I thought he (or she) might be happy there.
I decided to make the journey to New York City. Then I wondered how long he would stay in my hand while I tried to make the 2-3 hour trip there by car and train.
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