Wormy veins, scrap book...??

OK.. a few odd dreams last night.

The first set are vague. I did dream about a guy from work that just asked me to coffee the other day. I usually don't dream about people I know, so that was interesting. He was just helping me with something, being very kind and polite (which doesn't seem like his personality in reality).

I had another one later (only remembering pieces). One part I had a little bump on my arm but it just felt weird. Like not just a mosquito bite but that it extended on the inside up my arm. So a scratched it a bit and it broke the sking. Then I saw a tube/vein, kind of like you find in your chicken sometimes that is kind of flat.. It was severed and I could look in it. Inside were tiny little worm like things (mind you they looked more like that hair rice pasta stuff). I pulled on them until they came completely out.. in doing that I found more.. and then more.. and then more... I kept pulling them all out of my arm wondering how I could have lived this long w/out knowing they were there, then wondering... ok.. in health class did we ever learn about this? am I taking something out that is supposed to be there? I thought and then couldn't recall it supposing to be there, so I kept on taking them out. Then I found a small octopus in my arm and took that out too. My dad and stepmom were there and I was telling them about it as they were going about their business. Then they were talking about this family that lived in a motorhome. It was this guy that wrote about it that was a comic strip writer. He, his wife and five kids all lived in this motor home and they were fine and "normal." I was trying to work out in my head how they could pace showers throughout the day with it not being a headache. The kids didn't attend school either, he home schooled them. Then I was looking for a plate to put a candle on. My friend Penny was in the dream and she said there was some china in a drawer in the dining room (not exactly what I wanted.. but). So I go to the drawer in the dining room and there were all kinds of fun things in there. There was a really neat scrapbook that I looked through with pictures, scraps of material, misc. things.. I found out later it was my brother's. My grandma was looking over my shoulder at them with me. Overall, nice feeling dreams.