The Orange

I’m back after a long absence to tell you about the new strange dream I had.

I was holding something in my hand. At first, I thought it was a baseball, even though it didn’t really look like one. It just felt like one in my mind. I remember pressing my thumb into it and noticing that it was kind of soft. That’s when I realized it was actually an orange.

So I started peeling it.

As I peeled it, I could see the inside of the orange, and it looked normal. But then I noticed that some of the fruit was stuck to the peel. I brought the peel up to my mouth and used my teeth to pull that part off.

It felt weird. Not like orange fruit. Kind of soft and squishy in a different way.

Then I realized it wasn’t part of the orange at all. It was some kind of worm or creature, and it had grabbed onto the tip of my tongue. I remember feeling really disgusted, but also oddly calm for a second, like I considered just leaving it there.

Then I stuck out my tongue and reached for it with my fingers. I grabbed it and pulled it off. It didn’t hurt, but it stretched in a strange way before it came loose. I remember my tongue feeling a little numb where it had been attached.

I looked at it, and it was like a translucent centipede with a lot of tiny legs.

While I was looking at it, it suddenly burrowed under my fingernail. I could feel it go under there, but it didn’t hurt. I grabbed the part that was still sticking out and pulled it back out. It stretched again before coming free.

Then it went under the fingernail on my other hand. I did the same thing again, pulling it out as fast as I could. This time I was more careful not to let it touch me too much.

I threw it into the garbage.

Then I looked at the orange again and actually thought about continuing to peel it and eat it. But then I realized there could be more of those things inside.

So I threw the orange away too.

That was the end of the dream.