#black worms

[worm-sin-daily]

Some slay worm queens

[auntymurda]

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black foot worms & drunk on gravity

In this dream, sometimes I'm just me, sometimes I'm a tall, light, affable Indian guy. Sometimes I'm both. It's winter.

So I'm the Indian main waiting for my underground papers so that I can leave and go home after this war or whatever it is. I visit a shell-shocked friend of mine who has a hotel room. He has something of mine/ours, changes of clothes, essential to the next step of our journey. Unfortunately this guy is really not in any shape to be entertaining people, he's just organizing his piles of belongings, really busy, and is totally obnoxious to me/us. Still wearing is dress uniform. He is average height, reddish hair, thin face. The Indian guy takes it all in stride.

But then someone opens a hatch and all these worms and insects and maggots fall out onto the floor. It's raining maggots, non stop. I need to get out, because the trouble is the black worms burrow really fast into the bottoms of your feet. I gingerly step out, but I know two already are in there, maybe three.

In the hall or elevator, we meet two people behind us, they don't move, with 2 small orange dogs. We have a pit bull. The pit bull is sweet but I have to make signs that she is kind. 

Then I'm in my room, or another room, in which a small, unhappy Asian woman who used to work at my gym in NYC is sorting toiletries, stacks and stacks of them. She's so sad. I ask her for tweezers, and I try to remove the worms. I get parts only.

I go outside for a walk. I feel and act drunk, but I'm not. I feel the earth pulling me down, and the sensation is causing the drunk-like feeling. The seasons shift from winter with snow to spring to summer, back and forth rapidly, but I don't notice during the dream. I notice a boy by the side of a river, in England. He wants to swim, so I give him some tips.

Then a round guy is sort of a ways behind me, observing me, and I feel a woman further off observing us both. We are in a town, it's early day, winter. I walk next to the shops, and I walk under houses. I'm able to hear people talking on their balconies, and I zero in on a conversation about opera that I want to hear. It might be about me. The guy is talking really loud, to nobody in particular, but this is totally normal. He is really thin, and wearing colorful clothing. He might be an old director, or a costume designer or music critic or something.

I know the round guy following me will react to my odd behavior, weaving back and forth and pausing in front of shops and houses, so I wait until he cracks a joke about not drinking in the middle of the morning ha ha ha and I totally attack him. He's taken by surprise but unfortunately he's a lot bigger than I am, so we struggle for a long time. I try to grab him by the balls but I can't find them. Somehow the struggle eventually ends and I walk away, up the steep dirt streets. 

I visit my godmother's house. We are invited to a party there, though we don't feel welcome. My godmother never speaks to us once. At one point I need to make sure I pick up all the potato chips we left all over the place, even though I know her staff will clean it up faster than I can, and even though it wasn't even me who left them there in the first place. There is some sort of explosion outside, and I go out to check in bare feet. Again the threat of black worms under the feet.