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In this dream I was visiting my friend Simon at work, who works at an airport. But in this version of the dream, he was living in an apartment which was actually a part of the airport complex in some kind of corporate housing sharecropper situation. That said, it was a very nice apartment. We entered from the hallway, which felt kind of stale and clinical like a hotel, but the inside was a decent-size apartment. More importantly, the backyard was enormous and had a large and quite lovely pond with lots of fish in it. I was waiting for Simon to finish some business in the other room and sitting alone in his living room.
I was sitting on a kind of mattress on the floor. I noticed what looked like a pimple or whitehead on my arm and squeezed it. The whitehead started emerging out, but it was very large and long. It was about a centimeter thick and up to 10 cm long. I pulled it out carefully and threw it on the other side of the room. I looked at it and it seemed to have grown. I realized that it wasn't a whitehead at all but some kind of parasitic worm. This grossed me out. I noticed that it had a kind of mouth on its front and was greedily sucking around for fluid to digest. It had been sucking my blood and had a good amount of it still in its immediate "throat" area behind the mouth (it was slightly transparent so you could see its insides). It started sucking at my blood that had pooled up around it and at everything else around it on the floor. Simon's apartment was messy in this dream so it had a lot to suck at (this is inaccurate to real life as Simon is extremely orderly and keeps his actual apartment in tip-top shape). The worm was growing in size and ballooning up like a tick. Its body appeared segemented like a centipede and each segment was inflating. I was afraid of it so I mustered up the courage and grabbed it by the hands and threw it into his backyard, hoping to chuck it into his pond. Instead, it landed on the walkway in front of the pond. The worm started sucking at water that had pooled up around the pond (it looked like it had just rained). It metamorphosized into a kind of flat fish like a flounder or sunfish, green in color, and started flopping around gasping like a fish out of water.
At this point I picked up a bag of tropical Skittles from behind Simon's computer. There was only one Skittle left in the bag. I ate it. He came out of the bathroom and yelled at me for eating his Skittles. I told him there was only one left and apparently that made it okay. He was showing me his apartment and we went outside at that point. I kicked the worm-fish off into the pond so he didn't see it and ask questions. However, when we finished walking around the pond, there was an identical one in its same place, but it was orange instead of green. I kicked this one into the grass on the side. I noticed a number of frogs on the ground around the pond, but the first three I noticed were some kind of model toys. Then I saw some real frogs. I also looked in the pond and noticed a GIANT frog, the size of a medium-sized dog. Its head was poking out of the water and it was sitting on the bottom of the pond. It was so big that it could do this. I pointed out how large it was. As if the frog heard me and wanted to show off, it floated to the surface of the water and inflated itself like a balloon (or tick?) and showed how big it was. There was a slightly smaller, but still fantastically enormous, frog next to it which looked almost identical and did the same trick.
Now my father was somehow there on the other side of the pond, along with my childhood friend Maxwell's dad and a lot of other people. My father was telling me that my grandmother on his side and other family members on that side were moving to some rural part of Oklahoma outside of Tulsa (this is not true IRL). My dad had a bunch of fresh chicken nuggets in a to-go container. The smaller frog emerges out of the water and eats his nuggets. We are afraid that this will cause it to get sick if not die entirely. The frog is sort of behaving and acting like a pitbull at this point. It opens its jaw and starts vomiting like crazy. It's just a constant stream of sludge pouring out of its mouth, seemingly more than its own body weight. It starts shitting diarrhea as well, all over my dad's leg. We are afraid that the frog might not survive this expulsion, which shows no sign of stopping. Then I woke up.
So uh... Merry Christmas I guess?