Disturbing
I was changing the litter box last night. I heard the cat crying about as loudly as he could (which is pretty loud) telling me to hurry up. He does that a lot, yells at us when we’re slow with his food or his box. I was hurrying as fast as I could. Seriously, that’s not an enjoyable job, but care must be taken to ensure that pouring the contents into a trash bag is the cleaning that must be done. No one wants to clean spilled kitty box litter from the floor.
I was squatting on the floor scooping big cups of litter into the box from the large bucket of litter refill. We buy it bulk and pour it into a big bucket for storage. My left wrist, right under my palm, stung like a bee got me then it rather quickly began to itch. I tried to ignore it so I could complete the task at hand. It itched to much to be ignored and I looked down at it and became rather puzzled at what I saw.
There was a piece of plastic stuck to my hand and wrist. It was thick and molded to match my hand from the top of my palm, down my wrist, and extending onto my arm about five inches. There was nothing holding it there. It looked like something that would be used in the medical world to hold a wrist still to allow an injury to heal. I began wondering what I had done and when I had done it. I couldn’t remember. The itch was getting worse. I reached down to remove the piece of plastic and everything looked fine, except that the plastic piece was attached to my arm and it did removed, it opened to the right in a hinge-like fashion to reveal my skin, but injured skin, thin and pale.
I focused on the area that itched and I saw the culprit, a Love Bug. Seriously, a Love Bug? I grew up with these bugs swarming all over twice a year. They are incapable of biting. there called Love Bugs for Pete’s sake. Although that’s not why they are called Love Bugs. We used to catch them and let them crawl on our arms and hands, like Roly-polies (Pill bugs). So I reached down to pull it off and it wouldn’t come off. I couldn’t get it off. The more I pulled, the tighter it clung to my thin, pale skin. And then something moved. Something moved under my skin, right below where the Love Bug was biting. I kept pulling and pulling. Finally I got it off, or rather began ripping my skin open as I pulled on the bug, but it wasn’t hurting. It was like the top layer of a blister filled with water. But what I exposed was most disturbing. Larvae. Large pencil sized larvae. And as soon as I exposed the larvae they began writhing under my skin trying to get away. I reached in a pulled on one pulling and pulling to get it out. I got it out and tossed downward to grab another one, there were at least five I could see.
When I looked down at the bucket we use for holding new litter I saw Birdie squatting across from me. She was taking over the job of filling the cat box. I looked at her face and it was all scrunched up as if to say she agreed that the things in my arm were gross. I looked back down at the bucket and realized the bucket looked different and the contents were moving. It was full of these large larvae.
I screamed at her to get back and realized I was in a rather unfamiliar room. I didn’t know where we were. I shook off those questions to get back at the task of removing the larvae from my arm. There were more Love Bugs on my arm, biting the larvae. What? I kept pulling and pulling. I got them out, seven of them.
Then I awoke.
That was just one of eight different rather vivid and strange dreams I had last night. Each of the dreams were vivid and clear. So clear that when I awoke I wasn’t sure if I had dreamed them or had just been having strange thoughts while wide awake.
A restless night, like the previous three. Four nights of visions I can not explain. I’m not taking any medications. I have not been eating anything new or strange.
Maybe it’s in the water.
Wow. What a weird dream. Your subconscience is working overtime.
I have nightmares every night. I wish they would stop!
Maybe you have a surprising new career in horror-writing? I am having huge creeped-out shivers here!
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I’m glad that was only a dream. You have to wonder if that is how some horror movies get their start.
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Holley - yes, maybe so. Remember the phone conversation we just had? maybe I am more stressed than I thought.
Triple M - sorry. You don’t take Mellatonin to help you sleep do you.
karen - hmm. It’s an idea, as I left out so many of the gory details and descriptions. Sorry your creeped out.
lorimo - me too. I totally believe that is how many horror movies get their start. I don’t want to think about the alternative - minds that just think that way. At least they put on film instead act it out (pun intended) in real life.
No, I don’t. Even if I take Xanax, I still have nightmares!
Are you sure you’re not just crazy? I’ve had weird dreams like that too, but I can never remember them that clearly.
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Triple M - I asked because mellatonin gives me nightmares. Big. Bad. ones. The kind that make me sweat so hard I wake up wondering if I wet the bed.
MK - you know better than that, to have to ask. You know me in person, in real life. You know the answer is “of course I’m crazy, but what’s that got to do with anything.” :)
Now this is a cruel comment… but y’know, I always seem to have the most and weirdest dreams when I’m pregnant… ! ;)
That said, today I laid down for a nap, thinking about how I definitely have some issues surrounding a certain topic, and I had a rapid fire, practically list-like succession of dreams. Like a response. Now if I could only figure out what they mean…
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I had no idea it was a dream until the end. I thought the Love Bugs were laying eggs under your skin. And it creeped me out because we go to FL a lot and it usually falls during Love Bug season. (shudder)
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falwyn - don’t even, because I love my Dr. Pepper and lately it has tasted very “wattery and weak” to me.
KP - Love bugs don’t bite. AND I said the Love Bugs were biting the larvae. That’s OK, I bet you’ll never think of Love bugs the same way again though. OH, and any chance you guys will be in Orlando in June of ‘09?
Weak Dr. Pepper…hold on to your hats! JK.
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