I had come to some old farm to get a place to sleep overnight, and given a room at the basement. I went downstairs and checked around, but the whole basement was only one empty room. Only thing that caught my attention was a hole coming from the roof, and when I looked into it with a flashlight, I saw that it was a sewer pipe going straight up to the toilet upstairs! I wasnt going to accept the room, and suddenly I noticed a large spider on the floor. I was curious about it, but it twisted two wing-like things up from its back like two scorpion tails, and tried to sprout bad smelling oil on me with them, so I ran upstairs. No one seemed to be on the first floor, so I ran to the second floor though there were two or three bees flying around at the staircase. I had a bad feeling about the bees, so I went into some room and closed the door behind me. I looked into the keyhole, and noticed one bee trying to come in that way, but it seemed to be just a little too large to fit. I tried to blow it away, but my blow just somehow helped in the room. It didnt seem agressive against me at least yet, but I noticed that a window of the room was open, and few bees flew in from time to time, so I ran to close it. It didnt stay shut, but after a few seconds it opened and bees started to come in at higher pace so I tried to close the window quickly. I walked slowly away from the window, but it opened by itself again and bees started flying in like a flowing river so I had to escape the room. I opened the door, and the whole staircase was totally filled by swarming bees! It was still my only chance to escape, so I ran through the swarm and hoped that they wont sting me. Since bees die after stinging, none of them considered stinging me worth it, and I got downstairs, where I immediately kicked open the front door and jumped out from the house. During the jump I noticed that I was going to land directly on a pile of fist-sized bees those were protecting their queen, even larger bee. It was too late to change my direction, but the bees were huge and flexible so the pile somehow worked like a trampoline, throwing me high into the air. I flew at running speed at the height of the roof of the house, so I had to quickly think of a way to land safely. In the air I managed to catch highest branches of a slim tree, and while the tree bent from my weight, my speed slowed enough to jump on the ground. I started running away, but then I heard the old lady of the house shouting "Dont worry! They dont mean to harm you!", but I woke up..