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  • There is this really fat and giant Monarch Butterfly flying around me. I want to interact and be okay with it but it is kind of gross and I'm afraid of it. It has legs the size of a rodent and a lot of them, and multiple wings in layers. It lands on my bare leg and I try really hard to not be scared and to sit still with it because I am in a roomful of people who are looking at me and expect such but I just can't and I try to gently shoo it off. It won't leave and it keeps beating it's wings, which are strong and it's feet have talons that are sharp and it's thumping on me and walking heavily. Then a child has it. I look over, I think she might be me when I was 8 but I think she also might be a random little girl. She has pulled the butterfly apart and I am trying to decide what it means and what has happened. I can sense the cracking of bones and kind of feel it in my mouth and I'm a little horrified. There are legs with monarch wings, like 8 of them, all separated and wandering around like headless chickens on the sidewalk. She is holding the long body in her fist really tightly, too tightly, and putting it in her mouth. The butterfly is dying in her hands and then the legs are slowly one by one stopping and falling over and I whisper to someone that she has killed it because I don't want her to hear me. I distract her from seeing the dying winged legs and try to think of a way to get the rest of it from her because I feel bad that she has killed it because she doesn't understand death and I want to protect her.
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