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Things that go squick in the night
Jul. 17th, 2006 04:05 amI awoke from an unrecalled slightly spooky dream. My left arm, right around t-shirt cuff level, mysteriously itched. In the dark, I rubbed my arm, only to find a small scab-shaped spot: a tick?
I was suddenly fully awake with the light on, staring at a 1/4" long small nasty bloodsucking bit of evil. Reeling from squickiness, I went to my brother's door, slightly ajar, and woke him up. "How do you get a tick off?" I asked, and he suggested either burning it off or smothering it in vaseline.
I opted for vaseline, but when I finally got up the courage to put my vaseline-covered finger near the nasty thing, it basically came right off. It squirmed its little legs, its back shell stuck in vaseline. I plopped it into a paper cup, which I topped with another paper cup, and left it in the bathroom. Hopefully my parents won't be too surprised in the morning.
Unable to go right back to sleep, I checked myself everywhere else for more of the nasty little buggers. So far so good. Though the fact that it was barely stuck to my skin implies, to me, that it hadn't been there long. Also, the one time I went out into the fields today I was wearing a wifebeater, but this was definitely at short-sleeve cuff height. I would have noticed it earlier in the evening, I'm sure. Perhaps it crawled under the covers with me? EW!
I remember now, what my dream was about: I was at a party and somehow my brother was single again and was hooking up with a friend of mine. I tried to find friends to hang out with, but everybody I sought out was either not present or busy with something and uninterested in my company. When the party started to close up, the streets outside were sketchy enough that walking alone was a bad idea. I needed company, but none presented itself, and I was very sad and scared. Somehow it morphed at this point, and I was in a Y2K style burning man apocalyptic chase scene, only that's not it at all - it involved siwmming past tentacled beasts and chopping at them with my small black velvet purse (borrowed from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tankgirlh, in reality). Then somehow I was jumping from one hot tub to the next, scoring free 40's of microbrewed beer as they were delivered by generous people. Right around when I woke up, I was going on the offensive, planning for the apocalypse and loading a gun, I think.
I'm still shaken from waking up to find a tick on my arm. I don't know when or how it got there, and I'm afraid there might be more hiding somewhere on my body. The helpful intarweb says that if you've had a tick on your skin for less than 48 hours, you're unlikely to get Lyme Disease - I suspect because the little fucker won't have time to spread his nasty Lyme juice into your body. Still, they're GROSS, and the fact that I didn't notice it (or it didn't show up - perhaps even scarier) until I had gone to bed makes me uneasy.
I had a small bowl of cereal, and now I'm sitting in my Mom's office with bright lights trying to calm myself down. I imagine I'll head back to bed in a few minutes, and I'll hopefully sleep soundly. I'd like to sleep *without* tentacled monsters, emotionally draining anxiety dreams, or blood sucking insects on my skin, thanks.
I was suddenly fully awake with the light on, staring at a 1/4" long small nasty bloodsucking bit of evil. Reeling from squickiness, I went to my brother's door, slightly ajar, and woke him up. "How do you get a tick off?" I asked, and he suggested either burning it off or smothering it in vaseline.
I opted for vaseline, but when I finally got up the courage to put my vaseline-covered finger near the nasty thing, it basically came right off. It squirmed its little legs, its back shell stuck in vaseline. I plopped it into a paper cup, which I topped with another paper cup, and left it in the bathroom. Hopefully my parents won't be too surprised in the morning.
Unable to go right back to sleep, I checked myself everywhere else for more of the nasty little buggers. So far so good. Though the fact that it was barely stuck to my skin implies, to me, that it hadn't been there long. Also, the one time I went out into the fields today I was wearing a wifebeater, but this was definitely at short-sleeve cuff height. I would have noticed it earlier in the evening, I'm sure. Perhaps it crawled under the covers with me? EW!
I remember now, what my dream was about: I was at a party and somehow my brother was single again and was hooking up with a friend of mine. I tried to find friends to hang out with, but everybody I sought out was either not present or busy with something and uninterested in my company. When the party started to close up, the streets outside were sketchy enough that walking alone was a bad idea. I needed company, but none presented itself, and I was very sad and scared. Somehow it morphed at this point, and I was in a Y2K style burning man apocalyptic chase scene, only that's not it at all - it involved siwmming past tentacled beasts and chopping at them with my small black velvet purse (borrowed from
tankgirlh, in reality). Then somehow I was jumping from one hot tub to the next, scoring free 40's of microbrewed beer as they were delivered by generous people. Right around when I woke up, I was going on the offensive, planning for the apocalypse and loading a gun, I think.I'm still shaken from waking up to find a tick on my arm. I don't know when or how it got there, and I'm afraid there might be more hiding somewhere on my body. The helpful intarweb says that if you've had a tick on your skin for less than 48 hours, you're unlikely to get Lyme Disease - I suspect because the little fucker won't have time to spread his nasty Lyme juice into your body. Still, they're GROSS, and the fact that I didn't notice it (or it didn't show up - perhaps even scarier) until I had gone to bed makes me uneasy.
I had a small bowl of cereal, and now I'm sitting in my Mom's office with bright lights trying to calm myself down. I imagine I'll head back to bed in a few minutes, and I'll hopefully sleep soundly. I'd like to sleep *without* tentacled monsters, emotionally draining anxiety dreams, or blood sucking insects on my skin, thanks.
