The ground was crawling with bugs, forming a thick carpet, and suddenly, a massive insect strolled menacingly towards a distant point. Abruptly, I jolted awake from yet another disturbing dream, plagued by a pervasive trypophobia.

For the past month, I'd been haunted by recurring nightmares of bug infestations. To make matters worse, a meteor shower was predicted to hit next week, perfectly syncing with the eerie timeline of my dreams.

Initially brushed off as a picturesque celestial display, the meteorites, upon impact, revealed a sinister payload – alien eggs. In just five days, an insect plague wreaked havoc across the land.

Though initially skeptical, the confirmation of an impending meteor shower on the news matched my dream's timeline. Action was necessary.

In my dream, my home remained untouched by meteorites, with the outbreak projected to occur later. Plus, living on the 27th floor offered some advantage, as sealing pipes and other openings could potentially keep the bugs at bay.

The looming threat of the colossal bug in my dreams was a concern for another time, given the projected date was two years in the future. Counting my blessings, I realized the stroke of luck in having a well-off dad and a spacious home that could serve as a storeroom for supplies.

Decision made, my first move was to urgently contact my folks. Knowing my mom's penchant for apocalyptic theories, convincing her would be a challenge. Surprisingly, my dad, usually composed, immediately believed my account.

"Something big has been on my mind these past few days. Your revelation brought a sense of calm, Marry." my dad admitted, trusting his intuition.

With my parents on board, the practical concern of securing resources loomed. Without hesitation, my dad effortlessly transferred half a million dollars, instructing me to procure essential supplies. However, with my father's business in construction, acquiring and delivering substantial quantities of food without raising suspicion posed a significant challenge.