But I wasn't in pain.
I wondered whether it was a dream. I approached someone near me and asked whether she saw what I saw. By that time, no more worms were coming out, but my torso was still bloody and I could see the holes the worms had dug to exit my body.
Luckily she could see none of that. It was a dream.
Good thing that the characters in my dreams see reality and tell the truth.
Photo credit: Lalošević et al.
(The gross events were courtesy of mildly gory text toward the end of the book I was reading last night, War of the Worlds.)