"Butterflies, Butterflies what evil things. One day I will wipe you off of the phase of the earth. Not one left. Oh how happy I will be, when the butterflies are just history." I sang to myself. It was time for bed and I always sang this song so I would have dreams about me wiping out the butterflies. I quickly fell asleep. Oh a butterfly, oh another on. oh look hundreds of butterflies. I looked down at my hands. Where were my gloves? ( This is just a dream.....thankfully) Then the butterflies started to attack me. I kept getting bump after bump until I couldn't breath. Then I woke up. What a terrifying dream. Usually the song worked but it didn't last night, sadly.