Yesterday, I looked at my torso and saw white worms coming out of my body. It was really odd and gross. I was struck by how fast they were coming out, and how they were springing away from my skin, my blood splashing with them.
But I wasn’t in pain.
I wondered whether it was a dream. I approached someone near me and asked whether she saw what I saw. By that time, no more worms were coming out, but my torso was still bloody and I could see the holes the worms had dug to exit my body.
Luckily she could see none of that. It was a dream.
Good thing that the characters in my dreams see reality and tell the truth.
(The gross events were courtesy of mildly gory text toward the end of the book I was reading last night, War of the Worlds.)