Magnesium Dreams

I know I get some detailed gross dreams, but magnesium just makes them worse. Doing 1500 mg.

I was a drakkin working as a teacher's aid in a specialaist training school. I left and went over to the spa. I spot a few friends. As I join them I notice pain in my legs. I veered off to the housing area and into my apt. Wasting no time, I lay down with a chilled blanket over my legs. After a few hours I awoke and noticed more pain. I pulled back the blanket to notice the carapaces of at least 30 long, thin wasp like creatures. They were maybe 1/4" wide. Each had died and ripped a hole into my canvas jeans.

I slowly pull them off, the husks hitting the floor in a pile, revealing the horror underneath. Each of the wasps had stung me with massive stingers and left them in the necrotizing wounds. Their venom was so potent that it even ate through our scaling. The stingers varied in size from half to an inch in width and at least an inch long. They had a barbed outter sheath which helped puncture the scales of our dragon parents and us. Some of the sheaths were a form of hard silicone, obviously replacement sheaths the bleeding heart humans put on them in order to save the animals. I scoff as our druids even know there is a balance in nature and death is apart of that. If those wasps didn't have a protected stinger and were fated to die, that was how things were. They would not have interfered, esp with this deadly of an animal. As I am pulling the stingers and sheathes out of my skin in an effort to clean the area while the healers get to me I curse at the damned humans for the ones they saved. I remove a large chunk of my thigh, the hole is a skull and cross bones shape that went down to the bone. I hear every gooey noise of the skin pulling off and landing in the bin.

I limped to the common hall for the team to have more room to get to my wounds, the others standing in sheer horror at the sight.

Then the alarm sounded to get up for raid.