Nightmare - graphic detail

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After reading a rather wonderful Spike/Buffy fic last night (see previous post) I had a nightmare.

Fortunately, I rarely have dreams and even rarer, nightmares. Unfortunately, this one did not have Spike, Buffy, Wesley, Faith, Principal Wood, the Cast of Firefly, Spike Spiegel, Kakashi, or anyone else whose presence would balance the gross-out factor with the fun.

Yep, it was a gross-out nightmare. I hate those. It began in the middle of a regular odd dream that involved me being on a fake planet with a group of other people, hunting dinosaurs across abnormally flat or perfectly rolling grassland and camping in a lodge type thing. I was in the bathroom one night looking at the mirror, and I noticed a brownish-black thing one one of my bottom front teeth.

I pulled at it, and from between my gum and my tooth I pulled out a full bodied, unmoving ear-wig. Let me repeat that for you in caps. An EAR-WIG. From BETWEEN my TOOTH and my GUM.

Thoroghly grossed but somehow not yet freaking out, I noticed and began to pull out more. In the end, six or seven dead ear-wigs had been pulled from my teeth and gums. Then it got worse.

The back of my throat felt dry and irritated, so I put my fingers back down my throat, and I pulled out MORE. And then I pulled out something bigger. A centipede, about 8 inches long, about a quarter coin in witdth, with ball-shaped body sections and claw like feet that scraped at my throat as I pulled it out. 8 inches. It wasn't moving either. I tried again and this time I pulled-- from the back of my throat, remember-- another centipede, this one slightly different looking.

Then I pulled out something that was half-centipede, half some kind of meaty tentacle the width of my wrist.

I guess my dream-self just couldn't take it calmly anymore because that's when I woke up. Thoroughly, utterly grossed out.

I immediately went back to sleep to have a different dream because there was no way I was going to start my day with that.

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And you want to know something even worse? We had just finished eating when (this happened about 10 minutes ago) we were talking about yard work and about possibly spraying for bugs. And I mentioned these weird brown roundish beetle/junebug things that I used to see in my room last fall that I haven't seen in a while.

And my mom says "So do you think one of maybe crawled in your mouth at night and that's why you haven't seen them?"