It is when I look down at my wrist that I see it. It looks like a tropical bracelet, perhaps an intricate coral bracelet. The small white worms are moving. They stay within a two inch thick width around my wrist. Crawling and moving they stubbornly stay there. I don't feel pain. I feel odd. I lift my wrist closer to my face to study this. Then I see this one worm, and how it is burrowing its way beneath my epidermis. It disappears below my skin. So they actually dig below. What is this?

I am standing in my old room. It is dark. My hand elevated and my wrist still covered in parasites. They have morphed into 'baby's breath'-like formations, white and flowery. I get a notion and quickly lift my hand toward a bright light. The lifeforms immediately wither, shrivel up and ultimately burst with a popping sound. Liquid is sprayed in a fine mist across my face. Everything happens very quickly; the reaction to light, the popping, the liquid.

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror. I wash my face with plenty of water and look at myself. I think it's best to do this in case that liquid carries some kind of poison or something I would react to. Mostly I am relieved it's over.

Then I remember that time when I had that circle of 'sea anemone' shape on my ankle...