Nightmare, Nightmare, Nightmare

On the last two nights I have been going back to school, unprepared. Almost eaten by Two-foot high ants saved at the last moment by time travelers, and finally small brown and black ants we're currently fighting got the best of us and consumed us all by following us back to the future.

Each of these three was a wake up in a sweat night terror, though in the retelling would not be nearly that horrifying. The second dream, with the large ants was creepy, in that we were using the little ants to create a defensive barrier around our island. About 250 people or so had retreated to an Island in a gulf somewhere in Mexico. There was no real shore of the Island, it was almost mushroom shaped where the ocean action had worn away the bottom of the island. Either that or the ocean levels had fallen. We had around the clock guards watching for the flying queens of the large ant species. Unfortunately someone must have missed a couple because we ended up fighting off hordes of the giant bugs. (They looked like the Jerusalem Cricket in their coloring. http://www.southalley.com/calif2.html or http://bugguide.net/node/view/10943)

Truly creepy when they are two feet long. Apparently they had been living under the Island and had been careful to only forage where we couldn't see them. They may even have been catching fish, because some smelled a little fishy when we killed them.

A vortex appeared over the center of the Island and we were shepherded off the island while the chrononauts fired the ants with flaming oil from weapons that looked like a cross between a propane torch and a heavy duty stapler. Later they only told us we were rescued because history showed that we'd all perished on the island, completely consumed by the ant creatures. We were now all indentured servants to some corporation, or they would send us back.  It was presented as an all or nothing proposition, so we did the last democratic thing we would do as a group, and voted on it. Only a handful of us wanted to go back and fight it out (being fairly certain that the reason history wrote us off was that we'd been taken off the island.)

Later, in the future, some of the little brown and black ants had hitchhiked or flown through the vortex with us. They started eating everything, having had months to grow in the underground algae farms before pouring out in force. It turns out they were under the control of the big striped ones after all. We ended up having to go back in time to try figuring out where the big controlling ants had come from. (Someone missed some eggs and the little ants had raised them as their own was my theory.) Oddly enough, the group that went back was mostly the same as the group that was saved in the earlier nightmare.

Ad astra per technica,
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