Parasite Dream
Had a couple of nightmares this week. I only completely remember this one.
I was eating what appeared to be some leftover steak. The pieces were in a container I used to microwave it. I didn't think much of it, but I did happen to see some things crawling around in the juices as I was cutting into and eating the steak.
All of a sudden I felt a sort of prick on my right index finger. It was enough to hurt and startle me dropping the container and steak on the floor. Quickly I bent down and gabbed the container off the floor to keep the dogs away. (Now that I think about I'm not really sure the crawling things were in the steak before or after I dropped it? Anyway...) After placing the container on the counter, I checked out my finger.
At first there appeared to be a blood blister on the pad of my finger tip. Upon closer inspection, I could see it was moving under my skin and actually looked like a Mayfly Naiad. It hurt, but wasn't excruciating. Watching it move under my skin and what looked like feeding was a lot worse then how it felt.
I tried showing other people in the room, but no one believed me. All they could see was a blood blister. Nobody else paid attention to the fact that it was moving around on my finger tip. Nobody could see it actually chewing away at my flesh.
Desperately I tried to do something, but some idea kept me from actually cutting open my finger and digging the bugger out - something I had read somewhere about cutting your own skin was bad (dreams are so weird). Instead I started to shake and snap my hand vigorously like you do when your finger tips go numb from the cold.
Everyone thought I was nuts, but I could see it was chewing deeper into my finger. I was afraid it would go too deep to be seen and end up somewhere else in my body. I shook and snapped my hand harder.
With one giant fling of my hand, the critter was actually thrown through my finger tip and onto the ground. Finally everyone saw and believed.
As it stood up on its hind legs with its front ones in the air, someone stepped on it.
Nasty right? Yeah, but it's not over.
I was going to school for something. While sitting in class, I got a phone call. It was Jen. She was in tears. Somehow one of these things had gotten into CJ - he's really quick for a geriatric when food hits the floor. Being black and furry, there was no way we could know. The Vet. suggested amputating his front leg. Jen decided he was too old and had him put to sleep instead.
It was horrible. Not for Jen's decision, but just that it had to be made.
- b
I was eating what appeared to be some leftover steak. The pieces were in a container I used to microwave it. I didn't think much of it, but I did happen to see some things crawling around in the juices as I was cutting into and eating the steak.
All of a sudden I felt a sort of prick on my right index finger. It was enough to hurt and startle me dropping the container and steak on the floor. Quickly I bent down and gabbed the container off the floor to keep the dogs away. (Now that I think about I'm not really sure the crawling things were in the steak before or after I dropped it? Anyway...) After placing the container on the counter, I checked out my finger.
At first there appeared to be a blood blister on the pad of my finger tip. Upon closer inspection, I could see it was moving under my skin and actually looked like a Mayfly Naiad. It hurt, but wasn't excruciating. Watching it move under my skin and what looked like feeding was a lot worse then how it felt.
I tried showing other people in the room, but no one believed me. All they could see was a blood blister. Nobody else paid attention to the fact that it was moving around on my finger tip. Nobody could see it actually chewing away at my flesh.
Desperately I tried to do something, but some idea kept me from actually cutting open my finger and digging the bugger out - something I had read somewhere about cutting your own skin was bad (dreams are so weird). Instead I started to shake and snap my hand vigorously like you do when your finger tips go numb from the cold.
Everyone thought I was nuts, but I could see it was chewing deeper into my finger. I was afraid it would go too deep to be seen and end up somewhere else in my body. I shook and snapped my hand harder.
With one giant fling of my hand, the critter was actually thrown through my finger tip and onto the ground. Finally everyone saw and believed.
As it stood up on its hind legs with its front ones in the air, someone stepped on it.
Nasty right? Yeah, but it's not over.
I was going to school for something. While sitting in class, I got a phone call. It was Jen. She was in tears. Somehow one of these things had gotten into CJ - he's really quick for a geriatric when food hits the floor. Being black and furry, there was no way we could know. The Vet. suggested amputating his front leg. Jen decided he was too old and had him put to sleep instead.
It was horrible. Not for Jen's decision, but just that it had to be made.
- b
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