Things living in my Ankles

I normally write about serious stuff, because that is what normally gets me going. But tonight I write a short blog about my ankles, dreams, and anxiety. I have always had vivid dreams and then for around 10 years or so…nothing. When I became a vegetarian, my dreams came splashing back as if I was a child with childish imaginings. Good. Bad. Ugly. Epics and in color. Last night I dreamt about my ankles.

I can’t say I have attractive ankles but they do not suck either. My mom used to say I had ugly feet, and she said that the only reason for making such an observation was that was that she did not want me to get a complex that I was too beautiful. No worries there MOM! Although she questioned the attractiveness of my feet, she was fine with my ankles. See, mom had 2 ankles on each foot (double the pleasure, double the fun?) and so she was a bit sensitive regarding the whole ankle thing. Can’t blame her really. I have a normal count of ankle, and they are all in the “right spot,” except for last night in my dreams.

Last night, little white slugs, slug stay-puff-marshmallows things, came out of my feet right about below my ankle. In my dream, my husband and I were living in an apartment and looking to move, and looking for jobs as we had none (just both being let go). I was packing up our clothing for a move when something moved in my ankle. It was a stay-puff worm thing: white with black eyes and a small mouth, animated really ... it might have been cute really, except it was living in my ankle and all. A huge hole parted below my ankle with the head popping out and I had to try to squeeze this thing out. No luck was had there. So, I looked around, found some needle-nosed-pliers and pulled out this snow white, alive, “thing” out of my foot. It did not hurt but horrified me …. Yes it horrified leaving a gaping hole what would take forever to heal. After getting the thing out, I had to push out left-over white goo (for lack of a better description). This happened on both ankles and several times – as if a hive was living in there. I would flush down the first worm like creature, and the “left-overs,” only to have to do it again, and again, and again – I did not sleep well last night.

So, WTF?! Really. I get symbolism. Fear of having no job. Fear of having to move. Fear in general. Anxiety. But stay-puff-Marshmallow worm things?!? And a crap load of them? I am still working out the “symbolism.” I got nothing . . . nothing at all. But I do have a lot of these kinds of weird dreams lately and, to anticipate a few of the questions, no . . . I am not taking drugs other than the occasional Advil or a glass of wine or beer. No weird or illegal stuff. Really.

You have any ideas on the symbolism? Reasons? Whatever? Love to hear your thoughts.

R