Park. Bench. Bee. Weedwacker. Outboard motor. Connection?

Man, I'm going all over the place chronologically with my posts. This one is actually for the night before the MCAT, about a dream.

So, I'm in a park, just chillin' out. I was on one of those picnic table benches thing, eating some scrumptious cake, when a bee started buzzing around me. I move away from it a bit (I both don't like bugs, and have a strange phobia towards them), but it followed me. I start moving away faster, walking away from the bench, and yet, it's still coming at me. I start running. I didn't know what to do. I run, and I run, and it was like a TV show, where I could almost hear car chase music, with "speed lines" whipping by, and the bee being shot with a wide angle lens (so that the front of it looks a lot larger). I run by a family who were picniking, and grabbed one of those pool noodles (those foamy, long thingy you play with at the pool). I started to fight back, swinging at the bee. I know it's not a good idea to attack bees, since they would fight back, but I was already being chased, right? I swung at it, but missed. Then again, but missed. I swung once more, and the tip of the noodle came ever so close to the bee.

Then, I really pissed it off. It came right at me, ass first.

Then I woke up. After a short breather, I realized that there was a weedwacker/outboard motor rumbling outside, at like 4am in the morning.

Funny how sounds mess with your dreams.