I had two disturbing encounters with butterflies in my dream.

First, a large, black butterfly landed on my arm, gripping it painfully with its legs. I tried to shake it off, but it clung.

Second, another butterfly came and started laying its eggs on me. To my horror, as the abdomen dipped against my skin, what emerged was not a dainty little egg, but a thin, translucent caterpillar bathed in sticky goo. Again, I tried to shake the butterfly away, but it left a whole line of wiggling caterpillars on my arm.