Sleep event

Original entry dated February 18th, 2002: I dreamed that I woke up and pressed my hand against my forehead. My skin was moving. You know how it feels when goldfish (or any other sort of fish, except for maybe piranhas and <PERSON>) nibble at your fingers? It felt like that - all over my forehead - dozens of tiny moist nibbles. I got up and looked in the mirror. My forehead was covered in dozens of tiny red... mouth-things... only without teeth. Moist, cherry-red little mouths, each about the size of a pimple, gapping open and closed and each of them making tiny peeping sounds like baby chicks. I could not stand looking at them, or bringing my hands anywhere near my face - I just wanted to gouge them off... ...I went to the doctor, and they were apparently some sort of parasitic infection. I learned that, unfortunately, it spread really fast and through skin-contact. There was only one way to treat them, too. The doctor had to inject each mouth - individually - with an antibiotic ointment. It was not so much painful as disgusting. When they died, they shriveled up and fell out in tiny brown balls, leaving dozens of tiny, deep holes in my forehead. Original entry dated February 19th, 2002: Last night I had a dream that I visited a tribe in some sort of jungle-type place. One of the tribe elders had died and I came to attend the funeral. I believe I was an ex-member of the tribe, or else the daughter of an ex-tribe member. I know that I was blonde. I could not quite understand their customs, and was an outsider. At one point, after the funeral, I wound up climbing a MASSIVE jungle tree to get a hibiscuslike red flower. I cannot remember why. It was used in some sort of tribal medicine. I just remember that all of the colors in the dream were very, very vivid.