Ocassionally, I revisit a vague recollection of a story in my past. I've never been quite certain if it was actually something that I read, or just a dream that I had at some point in my life.

In the story, I'm in the middle of an Amazonian flood plain in a little shack. The river is nearby, and a large clearing surrounds the little building. At some point in the story, I see a massive storm of marching ants coming toward me. BILLIONS of ants. The whole dream is bathed in orange light because there are huge flames engulfing the entire jungle.

Sometimes I try to remember more details...did I actually read this story, or was it purely a dream? I think it was both. Today, I stumbled across a reference to Leningen Versus the Ants. Immediately, I knew what it was! We read the short story in 3rd or 4th grade. I must have had some pretty vibrant dreams about it afterward becuase it always seems so real when I think back.

Anyway...a little mystery of my life solved today.

EDIT: I just found and re-read this story. It's just as creepy as I remember. You should check it out.