Morning of April 29, 1973. Sunday.

The original title switched from “Pandora’s Box” to “Little Devils” and back and forth again over time in my extensive childhood journals.

In my dream, I am in my father’s room in the northeast corner. The white dresser aligned to the north has a large box on it, which I first think is perhaps a treasure chest. It looks quite old. Soon, though, I am semi-lucid and thinking that it is probably Pandora’s Box. I am not certain, though. After puzzling on it for several minutes, I open the chest and back up. Hundreds of mosquitoes fly out of it, but they seem to have human-like cartoon-like faces. Even though they fly out at me and towards me, it is as if I am phased out from the scene while watching, and there is no threat as they seem to fly through or past me to the south.

I am clearly aware that this is a scene directly from Revelations 9:9, 9:10, and so on (“They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle” and “They had tails with stingers, like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months”), which is supposedly exactly the same story as “Pandora’s Box” in my dream (but of course, it is not in reality). One of the lead “demon mosquitoes” has the face of Hot Stuff from Harvey comics (and many of the other “insects” have similar faces), but a bit paler and almost clown-like, with its tongue sticking out. here is no real fear, just a sense of mild eeriness and a realization of pure silliness in the back of my mind.