The dream is over

We watched the worst video I have ever seen last night. I won’t even link to it because if you watch it your life, as you know it, will be over. It’s a guy who’s been bit-and I say bit loosely- by a spider on his jawline, and it’s swollen like a golf ball, and he’s squeeeeeezing it, and there’s this awful white goop plopping out, into the sink. He’s pretty grossed out, as is the person filming (I guessed girlfriend/wife, he guessed mother), and after a few minutes a big, disgusting worm thing oozes out. Honest, I feel sick just describing it. Terrible, terrible. I had my hands over my eyes for most of it, but even the sound was horrifying.

Anyway, point is, there’s something itchy on my elbow. I know I shouldn’t be worried, but somehow, I am worried. That could be because it’s the middle of the night and I should be sleeping. Middle? End. Whatever.