And if whatever you want includes mindless violence today, so be it. No spirit guide in insect form can make the best of you in your own world.

Because in a dream you can have whatever you wish, you wish a weapon, and you suddenly hold it in your hands; a sword like a giant flyswatter. Just as quickly, the waterbug grows to a new height, and gives you a red-eyed glare.

"Bad call, buddy. I ain't a violent person, but I can be if need be."

As the insect grows, still, you become aware of each little hair along his six legs. The smell of decay from the rot and leaves he eats is choking, and he traps you between the surface and his leg, the claws on the foot cutting into you and suffocating you against the surface...