i look down at my hands and i see these little white bumps all over. the chicken pox. they don't really itch, maybe just a little.
for some reason, we're at this really shallow lake, attempting to fish. most of us are sitting on this square-ish wooden platform in the clear water.
we see a little caterpillar, a greenish yellow one, inching its way along the top of the water. it's doing that caterpillar-like move where it scrunches up and then stretches out. we watch it intently and put a bunch of green leaves under it and it's ohsopretty.
and then it's a tiny little frog, a very cute one.
i tell everyone not to step on it, because i don't want it to be hurt. but i'm a head lower than everyone else (i guess i'm not on the platform) so they don't hear me and someone (dashiell, maybe?) stomps their foot down - hard.
the cute yellow green frog is squished on the leaves.
i am so angry, but they explain to me that they couldn't've heard, because of a math equation with exponents - they were like the exponents and i was the base, and they were too high up to hear me.
i wake up itching and vowing to kick dashiell's ass.