The Nightmare Before Christmas

I'm in my parent's basement, which is actually Angela Leone's old basement, and I have a tickle on my right foot, so I look at it and see a little piece of what looks like...um...you know how when you are writing on paper with a pencil and you mess up so you erase the whole first paragraph and then you have all these little pieces of dirty eraser, well it looked like a little eraser shard so I went to sweep it off my foot and it doesn't sweep, so I pick it up with my finger and I realize it's attached to me, which is gross, so I pull it and pull it and it gets bigger and bigger and then I realize it's a worm and I can feel it unwinding inside my big toe as I'm pulling it out. And also it has this weird winding thing that is wrapping around the worm and looks like the left-over fat from a roast or something, all wound up and sucking on the worm. So then I start seeing these shards all over my foot and I keep pulling them out one after the next and the worms get nastier and nastier and it starts hurting because, well...because I'm pulling a fat old worm out of the pores on my foot. So I finally get the last one so I stopped to go up and tell mom that I had just pulled worms from my foot. So now I'm upstairs and mom and dad are in their room and I tell mom I have just pulled worms with roast fat out of my foot. She looks at dad and gives him that, oh dear look and then turns back to me and says, "It's happening." I was like, um, what is happening? I'm dying? I'm getting old? I'm going crazy? What? She says, "when I was younger I started pulling worms out of my foot too and now I pull them out of my bones and it's just part of life dear." And they start going on with their day like it's all fine and dandy that my life is now doomed to worm-feet. After some thought I decided I should at least go pick up the worms off the carpet downstairs so they don't infest someone else and when I get downstairs to do it, mom had already picked them up and put them in a tupperware container for me, what a sweetheart.
So that's it. I think they decided it was a parasite that maybe could be taken care of but we didn't do anything about it in my dream. Maybe tonight I'll be able to go through radiation or something.
Merry Christmas to all,
Becky