say "here" as in "here I am... rock you like a hurricane"

I finally remembered one of my dreams again, the first one in a while. For about a month, every time I've closed my eyes it feels like my alarm goes off right away, which really has not helped the whole "being tired all the time" situation. However, not two hours ago, I was dreaming my balls off. About big fucking scorpions. Attacking me from under my bed. And all my ex-girlfriends were there.

I saved us all, but not in a cool "I'll take care of this" dashing way, but with less creative thinking and physical dexterity than Woody Allen trying to get lobsters in a pot. I think I just smacked them with a shovel. But there were dozens of them, skittering around with a gross clicking noise and every time I got them all, I put my feet on the floor and another five came out from under the bed and then I had to start all over again. The girls were no help at all. As a result, I woke up with the feeling that although I would definitely do my best to save any one of my exes from scorpions, I'd be pretty pissed off if I died in the process. Especially since none of them had the common decency to turn into a sex-starved Megan Fox. It's my dream, is that really too much to ask?

Normally, being attacked by scorpions in one's head is not a great sign of robust mental health, but in this case I'm just glad that I'm getting back to something approaching normal sleep.