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cybertrixx) wrote2009-03-31 08:55 am
cybertrixx) wrote2009-03-31 08:55 am
Weird dream...
Posting about dreams might be just about the least interesting thing you can possibly do on whinejournal. Whining itself is probably more interesting, because you can at least laugh at it. Dreams, however, are entirely subjective and made entirely out of 'you had to be there'. Still, this horrified me enough that I felt obliged to share.
So, in a typical dreamland mish-mash, there's an event. Appropriately nebulous and vague as to specific details, it's being run by *faceless host* in the lovely english countryside. The weather's gorgeous, the scenery is lovely and everything is good. It's some rambling affair - a very gentle, friendly event. Not much combat, just a chance to chill and relax.
So. All's set for time-in. The players are there. We have a lovely meal prepared for us. It's all very exciting and fun. We go time in, have a great evening and pootle off to bed at some unholy hour of the morning.
Next morning, the sun's up gloriously early and so everything gets hot and stuffy rather quick. As I'm getting changed while simultaneously cradling a can of *generic energy drink here* I'm sure I notice something out of place on my leg just above the knee. Can't quite put my finger on it - there's nothing amiss, upon closer inspection. So I carry on.
Then I notice it again. A slight twitching. I watch, and there's a tiny and almost imperceptible movement in the skin, slowly filtering up the leg. Eh?
And then it's gone. Hm. Oh well...trick of the light through sleepy eyes. Kit on, off we go.
So we're eating lunch, and suddenly once again something's wrong. Something's moving on my arm. Under the skin. I can see it - a dark patch in the vein on the inside of my elbow. Moving up my arm, through the blood vessels. And then it's gone...
Argh.
For some reason, the most important thing to do is ignore it. Not a problem. Don't let anyone else catch on - they'll just cause a fuss.
So I carry on. Day goes by, paranoia builds. Don't dare say anything - they'll think I'm crazy! Very sleeeepy, go to bed at night.
Wake up next morning, and legs are aching. Pull out of sleeping bag, expose to light. Lots of little black dots moving through blood vessels. You can see them in the veins. Looking on in horror as one starts to change direction, wriggle and writhe and then break through to the surface accompanied by a small bubble of blood and slime. It's like a little black worm, like a grub or a maggot only shiny. An insect larvae of some kind? Mind reeling.
Quickly grab it and rush to first aider who doesn't know anything and is really quite confused. Site has an extensive library though.
While heading there, legs start aching. Find somewhere discreet to check. Little black dots everywhere, moving up arms and legs through the veins. Where are they going? Paranoia growing. They start to chew through to the surface. Hundreds of them. All biting through. Crawling around. Argh!
Desperately search library. Read books. What could it be?
Legs aching. Arms aching. Keep reading. Must be something. Yes! Got it!
It's an earwig larvae. A rare type. Apparently it's a parasitic infection (this makes sense in dreamland). Only 'cure' is to find nature of initial source and neutralise it somehow, but there's a limited amount of time where it works. Transmitted only via blood. Via blood? Eh?
Ow! Little bugs keep biting their way through skin, turning it into a horrible honeycomb of dead flesh.
How? Start searching. Blood wasn't exactly on the menu. What...what could it be? Panic! Panic...search...everyone freaking out...time running out...
Running through the kitchen - well, trying to - there's a small phial here. Red food colouring. Look closer...what's that? Tiny little black specks. Little worms.
Check ingredients. Contains animal extracts. What animal? Argh!
Someone takes vial and starts working it out. Have to sit down. Can't move. Worms everywhere. Turning into earwigs. Where are they coming from?
Panic panic panic...can't do anything. Can't move. Can't talk. Can hardly see. Someone comes in. Thinks he has a cure. Too late. Too late...
And then my computer started playing the Xenon 2 theme song (a game where you float through fields of alien coral shooting weird creepy crawlies), saying GOOD MORNING! on the screen. Bastard.
Jeeez. I now hate earwigs. And red food colouring. *shudder*
So, in a typical dreamland mish-mash, there's an event. Appropriately nebulous and vague as to specific details, it's being run by *faceless host* in the lovely english countryside. The weather's gorgeous, the scenery is lovely and everything is good. It's some rambling affair - a very gentle, friendly event. Not much combat, just a chance to chill and relax.
So. All's set for time-in. The players are there. We have a lovely meal prepared for us. It's all very exciting and fun. We go time in, have a great evening and pootle off to bed at some unholy hour of the morning.
Next morning, the sun's up gloriously early and so everything gets hot and stuffy rather quick. As I'm getting changed while simultaneously cradling a can of *generic energy drink here* I'm sure I notice something out of place on my leg just above the knee. Can't quite put my finger on it - there's nothing amiss, upon closer inspection. So I carry on.
Then I notice it again. A slight twitching. I watch, and there's a tiny and almost imperceptible movement in the skin, slowly filtering up the leg. Eh?
And then it's gone. Hm. Oh well...trick of the light through sleepy eyes. Kit on, off we go.
So we're eating lunch, and suddenly once again something's wrong. Something's moving on my arm. Under the skin. I can see it - a dark patch in the vein on the inside of my elbow. Moving up my arm, through the blood vessels. And then it's gone...
Argh.
For some reason, the most important thing to do is ignore it. Not a problem. Don't let anyone else catch on - they'll just cause a fuss.
So I carry on. Day goes by, paranoia builds. Don't dare say anything - they'll think I'm crazy! Very sleeeepy, go to bed at night.
Wake up next morning, and legs are aching. Pull out of sleeping bag, expose to light. Lots of little black dots moving through blood vessels. You can see them in the veins. Looking on in horror as one starts to change direction, wriggle and writhe and then break through to the surface accompanied by a small bubble of blood and slime. It's like a little black worm, like a grub or a maggot only shiny. An insect larvae of some kind? Mind reeling.
Quickly grab it and rush to first aider who doesn't know anything and is really quite confused. Site has an extensive library though.
While heading there, legs start aching. Find somewhere discreet to check. Little black dots everywhere, moving up arms and legs through the veins. Where are they going? Paranoia growing. They start to chew through to the surface. Hundreds of them. All biting through. Crawling around. Argh!
Desperately search library. Read books. What could it be?
Legs aching. Arms aching. Keep reading. Must be something. Yes! Got it!
It's an earwig larvae. A rare type. Apparently it's a parasitic infection (this makes sense in dreamland). Only 'cure' is to find nature of initial source and neutralise it somehow, but there's a limited amount of time where it works. Transmitted only via blood. Via blood? Eh?
Ow! Little bugs keep biting their way through skin, turning it into a horrible honeycomb of dead flesh.
How? Start searching. Blood wasn't exactly on the menu. What...what could it be? Panic! Panic...search...everyone freaking out...time running out...
Running through the kitchen - well, trying to - there's a small phial here. Red food colouring. Look closer...what's that? Tiny little black specks. Little worms.
Check ingredients. Contains animal extracts. What animal? Argh!
Someone takes vial and starts working it out. Have to sit down. Can't move. Worms everywhere. Turning into earwigs. Where are they coming from?
Panic panic panic...can't do anything. Can't move. Can't talk. Can hardly see. Someone comes in. Thinks he has a cure. Too late. Too late...
And then my computer started playing the Xenon 2 theme song (a game where you float through fields of alien coral shooting weird creepy crawlies), saying GOOD MORNING! on the screen. Bastard.
Jeeez. I now hate earwigs. And red food colouring. *shudder*
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i've never liked earwigs..
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Also, maybe it was just the way you recounted it, but your dreams seem oddly coherent. I barely ever remember mine, let alone find myself able to pick out an almost plot-like series of happenings. o.O
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I also now have a urge to hunt through my music collection to find Megablast.
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Your nightmares kick the ass of my nightmares. I had the weirdest one last night of being unable to find a baby changing room on a rocket to the moons of Jupiter, while a baby I had aquired from somewhere screamed the place down...
Earwigs ftw I believe.