the "origami bug" dream

I'm at my parents' house. There's someone my mother calls my "boyfriend" and who is obviously gay, his hair died black, gesticulating wildly: my mother is charmed, my father is sitting in another room, disapproving, sullen. I flee the scene and go upstairs. In one of the rooms, there is a blue beetle hovering over the table. It alights on the edge. I recognize him: it's the origami bug. Its "shell" is an intricately folded castle, ship, and it's blue. Such blue*! ... The origami bug never stays still for too long, but when it pauses, it is as if time slowed down. He has something to say, he will speak to me. Now it reclines on one side, propping its head on its insect elbow, its black limbs with knobby joints. It's wearing a blue hat. ... My mother comes in, with the "boyfriend" trailing behind, their presence undesired. She tries to capture the bug. I protest: she must not touch it, it must be free. The beetle slips between her fingers. Now it lies on its back like a little cat ready to be pet on its belly. Now it unfolds its "origami": tiny delicate petals folded one over the next. Only the black "paws" are showing. The bottom petals lie flat. One can see a nearly translucent underside of the bug, with its little veins, like a blue membrane.

* It is recognizably, the Yves Klein blue.

dream

I was staying at a hotel. With a dog. I suspected the dog all along of trying to manage me. He gave me a bed in the center of the middle room, like an isolated island. With my glasses off, I observed strange movements taking place on another bed set against the wall, beneath a mirror. There were things crawling out from behind the mirror, from under the bed: tropical spiders, hairy, and swift if needed. Even on my bed, there were little furry balls, small as the breath of a bird. The dog would brush them off and tell me that these are dust bunnies. I think I slept in that bed, in that dream. When I woke up, I called the hotel service. Women in aprons came with buckets of antiseptic. Whenever a spider came out, they would grab it and inject it with poison. When they were gone, I felt relieved.

I started moving furniture around. That made me feel more "at home," and I thought it was ok for me to stay here for a while. As i was moving some shelves, a woman and a man came in, something to do with my finances, I think. I tried to maneuver a bookshelf around them when I noticed two insects fighting on top of a book. I had to bring my face quite close to them to realize that these were two scorpions.

[notes on the dream]:
The dog was a traitor. He was "managing" my myopia.
The hotel room was rich in colors, Indian decor: cushions, hand-painted wooden furniture, colored walls, floral rugs, green, red, sienna, chestnut, orange, thick colors. The insects had very distinct bodies. The furry things called "a bird's breath" made little squeaky noises as they scurried about. The scorpions were the color of dark sand. All insects were easily camouflaged in the patterned fabrics. The strange couple were stern and soberly dressed. The man in a suit. They carried on about my affairs without paying the slightest attention to my presence.