When I was little…

I used to have this reoccurring nightmare about finding a parasitic tree growing just under the surface of the skin on my knee. Under an angry red bump, after I’d popped it like an excruciating zit, I’d find a tiny green stump, that looked like the stalk of a bamboo shoot. I’d grab tweezers and try to pull it out, and along with that tiny green tuberous thing would be this long fibrous fish net of red blood soaked tree roots, branching, and branching out, to match my blood vessels and arteries. I’d pull and tug, and eventually pass out. I’d awaken in a hospital where some masked up faceless surgeon would tell me they’d continued to pull on the parasitic growth until they had managed to extricate twenty or so meters of the root system from inside my veins. It never changed. I never saw what could have happened if I didn’t pull on it, and in my dream I always fainted from the pain. It never took root or sprouted from my knee. And I never had it growing from anywhere but my right knee. A strange, and horrible reoccurring dream to have as a child. It wasn’t worms or crawling bugs in that wound, but fibrous tree roots wending their way through my vascular system, silently. The only tell was the painful zit like lump where the merest stump of a stalk was. Ugh. Gives me the Willy’s thinking about it now. Not sure why that came to mind this morning, but here we are. A deep dark thought of my own. Just thought I’d share so you can be plagued by that same night terror off and on for years to come. Ciao Bella!