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TIFU by telling my friends about Wasp Wife.

Last night, I had a dream in which I was in my yard hunting for frogs. I like catching them, studying them, and trying (and failing) to draw them later, so when I found an exquisitely lumpy toad, I sprung at the opportunity to grab him. Nearby was an injured yellow jacket, and a second even smaller yellow jacket, the larger of whom later came to my house in the form of a tall, beautiful woman.

Said tall beautiful woman thanked me for saving her and her daughter from the 'evil hunger' (toad), and offered to tell the other wasps in the area something on my behalf. I told her to tell them not to come into my sister's bedroom anymore, because that scares her and I keep having to take them back outside, and then she offers to teach me how to speak wasp. I like languages, so I said yes.

Well, over a long period of time in the dream, I ended up learning the language of wasps, learning her name (which meant Tower), meeting her daughter. I stopped using citronella candles and bug spray. I married her. We baked bread. She went hunting. I taught her daughter how to draw.

Then I woke up, baffled, wondering how the hell I managed to dream about marrying a fucking wasp. So, I told my friends, who I love dearly. One of the religious ones immediately told me it was a sign that I need to marry the real wasp spirits. Three of them say they ship it. One of them asked me questions about her; four of them pushed me to write a story about her. My D&D group, I accidentally moved my token like 40 feet past where I wanted to go, and one of them told me that my character was trying to find wasp wife.

TL;DR: I had a dream about marrying a magical wasp and my friends won't stop laughing at me.

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