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Sweet dreams are made of this.

Who am I to disagree?


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MI CUERPO SE DERRITE

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Leaking Out Hands

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bulb dream

wrote this a while ago, it's the last like 5-10 minutes of a dream i had.

cw: trypophobia, body horror? not sure but i'll tag it to be safe, improper horse care

i sat at the rough driftwood table in Tom's house, listening to him ramble about pasture requirements for Lucy and the problems of moving to a house with a yard.

I poked at the little black dot.

I thought it was a splinter, sticking out of the middle segment of my right ring finger. it hurt a little bit, and looked inflamed in the dim light of the kitchen.

I pressed a thumbnail to either side of it and pushed.

The wound opened up as first slid out a black knot the size of a raspberry seed, followed by a widening as a rough pale oblong bulb-like thing slid grossly out of my finger and onto the table.

I gingerly picked it up.

It was white-grey, like the driftwood of the table only paler, with splinters fanning out along its length like fins, like someone and taken it by one end and slid a knife along it to bring up spines. The first end was hard and black, with a thinner, pinker section before it widened into the splintered bulb, the second end a gathering of the splinters like tailfeathers. I was nervous to touch it, holding it gently between thumb and middle finger.

"Huh." Tom glanced over but continued to talk about the costs of raising a horse in the city. I held the pod up to my knuckle. It was about half again as long as the knuckle as a whole. Only the thinner pink section would have been able to fit between the hole and the joint. Maybe the slight bend there was from bending my knuckles? Holding it behind my finger, it was completely hidden, but it was a close thing. How did that fit in there?

Holy shit. I jerked up, dropping it on the table. "That was in my finger." I jerked back from the table, my breathing coming faster. "what the fuck" I hissed.

"What- what happened?" Tom asked, finally shutting up about how he was going to force a pony to live in a 10ft square backyard without proper fences. I pointed at the bulb. "That was in my FINGER."

Gingerly leaning back and turning it over, I saw it was much wider than I had first thought (but I was holding it), and greening on its body. The spines were looking distinctly like the roots of a bulb.

"I think... I think it's a plant."

AN: astonishingly enough this dream was based on a real life event where i squeezed a raspberry-seed-sized object out of my arm. freaked me out in a major way.


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