Wednesday, 25 November 2009

Worm.

This bizarre dream is another of mine that is recurrent.

My arm is really itchy, the sort of itch that starts as a tickle, then more irritating, and then begins to burn. Beneath my skin feels weird, as if there is something there. My skin begins to move, wriggling and rippling. Then a tiny hole appears, and out pops the tiny head of a cartoon worm, that wrinkly, funny, puckered texture, only seen in animated tv programmes for kids. It's eyes are huge, and he has a quirky little smile that's as red as flaunting lipstick.
I swear he winks at me, and then in a shot he's turning around, now only his tail is poking out. With a sense of panic, i grab at his tail end and start to pull, it's like trying to pull chewing gum from the sole of your shoe, longer and longer he grows, until the force is too much and he snaps back into my hand. Now limp and dangling like a perished rubber band, his smile has disappeared in disappointment at being snatched from his potential hiding place. To say the least, I'm relieved to have been able to evict him, for my own sanity and comfort.

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