I Can't Remember the Best Parts

All I remember about last night’s dream was the worm.  That is too bad, because I vaguely remember that I did some really fun stuff.  Maybe I told Richard Branson “No thanks” when he offered me a trip on his space rocket.  Maybe Marisa Tomei read to me from The Aeneid while I ate grapes until I got bored and grilled us some steaks.  “Arma virumque cano,” as they say.

Har har har…..

Who knows?  Anything could have been in that dream, but all I remember is the worm. 

I had a sort of sore on my wrist.  It was open and a little wiggly worm was sticking out of it.  I pinched at it, but I couldn’t get it out.  A little while later I noticed a huge open sore in the crook of my left elbow, and there was a great big worm poking in and out of it. 

It had a human face, but it wasn’t anybody you know. 

Anyway, this was a pretty arrogant worm.  It kept jumping out of my arm and trying to bite me in the eye.  I found this aggravating. 

Pretty soon I hit upon a plan.  I pretended I wasn’t watching the worm so it would try to sneak up on me and bite my eye.  Pretty soon it fell for my little trick.  I was able to quickly grab it by its neck and pull it out.  I threw it on the floor.  It was about as long as my arm.  I thought about stomping on it, but then figured that since it wasn’t in my arm anymore what did I care.

Sounds a little like a nightmare, huh?  It wasn’t.  It was just an aggravating worm in my arm that tried to bite my eye.  I dealt with it.

Here’s a Blob Fish.

FtH plays at Cole’s tonight at 9:00!  After that comics!  Yeah!