Lisa Simpson and the Bee

11/16/07 - Friday Night

I was Lisa Simpson, but I was also watching things unfold from outside (my "body [IE, Lisa]"), as a spectator. I watched as I (Lisa) was walking down a cartoon hallway. I saw Principal Skinner trying to crush a bee with a newspaper. He had knocked it to the ground and was about to crush it. I told him it was a harmless bee, and that he shouldn't kill it. Skinner stopped his assault and stepped back, allowing the bee to recover. After a moment, the bee took off from the floor, and on it's way by, stung me (Lisa) on the arm, flying away. Screamed "ow," and was shocked that it would sting me after having gone through all that effort to save it.

Realworld Note: In my dreams, I take up various points of view (POV). Sometimes I'm me, but with an "illusion" of something else layered over me. Sometimes I'm someone else (like Lisa), but watching intangibly from the outside. Then, sometimes, I'm myself physically transformed.