Nice Dream

So maybe it was watching the horror story that is Food Inc yesterday, combined with a not so fantastic day at work, or even finding a new favorite artist in the mysterious and eerie artwork of Odilon Redon, but I had the worst nightmare I could possibly think up last night......Okay, so maybe there's worse I could think of and I shouldn't second guess the strength of my imagination, but I woke up deeply disturbed.

It starts like this:
I'm at work which also happens to be my house that I'm currently renting with my two roomies/friends/coworkers....only it's not our house exactly...or something. you know how dreams are. anyways, there's this guy in the store with about three or four dogs that are drooling like crazy. He's an elderly man and he's wearing a dirty white button up and dirty old jeans. I think we all have the impression that he's homeless. And he's carrying a baby. The baby isn't looking too homeless. She's about 18 months, has light brown hair, and the longest eyelashes i've ever seen.
The really weird part, is that not only are the dogs drooling everywhere, the old guy was too......not the baby, which would normally be expected, but the old guy was drooling on our desk at work. Which was weird to begin with, but we didn't see it at first. When we did, we realized that the drool wasn't just saliva because it was congealing and had a yellowish tinge to it. My manager, Rodney, was at the desk with me and two other people and we all looked down realizing it was there and at the same exact time, were disgusted that had we not seen it, we could have put our hands in it.
So Rodney explained to the guy that he'd have to leave. Rather harshly, I might add. Which is funny because Rodney is never harsh about anything.
The guy proceeds to gather his dogs, and leaving the baby behind....which I'm relieved of, because it doesn't look like this guy should be raising a child, nor that he's healthy enough to be considered a valid parent.....not at his age, anyway. So now, I'm holding the baby and worrying that I might be the one who will be taking care of her, unless I can find her parent(s).
As I'm holding the girl, thinking all she needs is a mother, two of the dogs, a bassett hound and a strange looking french bulldog come up to me, nudging my hands and pulling at my pant legs, eventually leading me next door, to an old quiet house. It was filled with 60s memorabilia, organics, hemp, it was clearly a hippy house. The real house next door is filled with so much clutter it's indefineable. All I know about those guys, is that they like to indulge in Korean Karaoke during the day.....It was then that I discovered that I didn't live in a neighborhood of bros and asians, but a hippy neighborhood! I attribute this aspect of the dream to having watched conan last night because his musical guest was the cast of "Hair", and I'd forgotten how much i love that musical.
Anyways, I'm carrying this relatively calm child through the house, looking for signs of life. I enter the master bedroom upstairs to find a woman sitting on a chair looking at me as I'm holding the baby with absolutely no emotion.
The baby, it turns out is hers, and is named "Lemony". "Lemony Jones" to be more specific. The woman explains to me that the old man likes taking the baby with him because she keeps him company. He's not exactly related to them, but is a part of the community and she trusts him.

A few years pass, and I become a close family friend of theirs. I watch her daughters whenever she needs a babysitter, and have developed a close bond with Lemony, who is now 3 years old. While living in this hippy neighborhood, I've apparently started dating someone that I'm close friends with, but couldn't possibly date irl because we're just too different. I mean, i've become an extension of this hippy family, and he shows up in a yellow polo, tan slacks, and his hair neatly combed to the side. All we'd need to complete the image were if he was wearing a sweater tied around his shoulders.

so he kisses me (which weirds me out in the dream and in real life) and takes off. I'm left alone with Lemony, her two sisters, and her mother. I have, for some reason, on my right arm, an ulcer, that's been bothering me since I don't know what it is, or where it came from. I vaguely remember something painful happening there but not doing anything about it. My whole arm had been bothering me, had been feeling funny, and was swollen in comparison with the other one. all of a sudden, there's an extreme pressure on my arm, and i notice that the cavity (which is located just above where one would wear a watch) is filled with dimes.....and i try and remove them, which produces rotting orange flesh to squelch out of the wound along with bits of black blood. After removing all the dimes, I'm left to discover there are a few white pods embedded in the skin of the wound, and as I'm trying to discover what the fuck they are, my arm feels a wrenching pain, and bursting from the rotting flesh of the ulcer, are hundreds of enormous beetles. Their sharp pincers and legs claw at the inside of my arm, and the opening, and they attack my face and the girls in the room with me. I scream in horror, and try to stop them, hoping to not let them all out until i've safely removed my arm from my body. most of them have excaped my arm at this point leaving only two that are dormant in my arm. I try to hold them down so that I can get outside, but this only wakes them, prompting one to escape my arm and attack me. The other I finally release outdoors, and look down at the ulcer which is now just rotting purple and grey flesh.

I woke up panicking and holding my arm, searching desperately to be sure I had no unusual lumps or wounds. I wanted to cry, vomit, and wrap my body in plastic wrap to be sure that nothing would happen to it.

and now I want to draw it.