All my dreams end the same. Doesn’t matter how the dream starts. They all end the same. Eventually the horrifying buzzing alerts me before a swarm of large, disgusting, black flies engulf me. One minute I’m riding my first bike through my old neighborhood then I turn the corner and in an instant I’m engulfed by the vile bugs. In another dream I’m on a date with my wife. I go in to kiss her before she expels thousands of flies from her mouth. Eventually, in all my dreams, my vision goes pitch black and all I’m left with is the incessant buzzing and an uncomfortable irritation all over my body. It’s strange actually. My dreams have seemed so familiar to me ever since I got sick.