I remember, back sometime in the 80's, driving a '68 Ford Galaxie with all the windows down. No B pillars so the car was wide open. I see through the windshield a strange black cloud roiling in the left hand lane of this old country road, and then, a gust of wind moved it right in front of my car. I was doing about 60.
What is that black cloud I wonder . . . I hit it . . .
Suddenly, black hail pelting off my windscreen, sounding like a hard rain . . .
Then hundreds of bees are everywhere in my car stinging my face, the back of my neck, all over . . .
I think I'm going to crash as the car is heading off the right side of the road towards a drainage ditch. I force myself to open my eyes for a second wiping the bees off my face. The ditch is huge and will swallow me, and my car, whole. Then out of nowhere a little country church appears and I slide sideways into the parking lot.
I open the door and bail out, swinging my arms, screaming, then I drop and roll around in the dirt flailing about like a madman.
The storm is over. I survived. I get up to get the remaining bees out of my car. I glance at the church window and see many faces with expressions ranging from awe to horror. Their mouths little "O"s and their eyes wide as they watched me . . .
Quickly I make my exit before they come out and attempt an exorcism of this obviously possessed soul.
