"Seriously brain, what the hell?" A Thread For Weird Dreams and Nightmares

oh god oh god oh god i just remembered about a dream i had the other night

Warning: body horror, infestation/tryptophobia, lots of things, really

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So I've had this hard bump on my arm for about a month now. probably just a spider bite with swelling that refuses to go away, especially since at first it was sore and itchy. It's happened before, so i know it's nothing to be worried about.

In my dream i had a similar bump on my foot. I was absentmindedly massaging it when a small amount of pus came out. "Oh, so it's actually a nasty pimple or wart or something, with something plugging up a follicle", I thought. I continued pressing on it, this time from a particular direction to push it all out and relieve the large amount of pressure that I suddenly realized I had always felt in the area.

I kept pressing, and the small hole at the tip of the bump quickly expanded, almost painfully. A grayish white cylinder began to emerge, about a centimeter in diameter and with the consistency of flesh. I wanted to vomit, but I kept pushing on it. Even though my nausea and pain only increased as more came out, I began to panic about the fact that this was in me in the first place, and the sense of pressure suddenly felt overbearing. I pushed harder, and massaged the skin of my foot towards the erupting pore. Whatever it was started to slip out faster and faster, and as the tail end left my skin I felt a great sense of relief, but also incredible pain as the raw flesh underneath the opening was exposed to the air, the loose skin around it stretched far too much to protect it.

The worm (if it was a worm -- it may have been some sort of extreme, bizarre kind of pus, or perhaps my own rotting flesh) was about a centimeter in diameter, and four or five inches long. It was off-white, slimy, and covered in a thin skin, like that of a sausage, which held the pus-like material that was its flesh. It had no visible mouth (thank god!) and both ends were flat. It had been inside of my foot, and the skin of my foot where it had hidden was now loose and floppy, rubbing painfully against the raw flesh underneath.

All I could think about was not so much how gross it had been for it to have been in me, or how awful it felt to still be holding it, but how wonderful it was to push it out. Slowly. Forcing its way out of my skin. Like squeezing soft cheese out of a toothpaste tube.

This the first dream I have had in a very, very long that disturbed me this much.