Good morning! Happy 4:30am! Just woke from my first true reefing nightmare that didn't involve a seam rupture.
I found an absolutely massive bristleworm in my Evo 13.5gal tank. It was mutated to having the spiky antenna of a Eunice worm, aka Bobbit worm (I did not confirm if it had the mandibles), but otherwise was fully bristleworm. Except the size. It was as big around as a bratwurst. And for some reason unafraid of me, even allowing me to handle it in the water with tongs. And for some reason I could carry my Evo, fully filled with water, sand and live rock, under my right arm. And for some reason I was at my grandmother's house with it. And for some reason @TangerineSpeedo was with me cajoling me to get the bristleworm out. So, with the tongs, which the bristleworm was lazily crawling over, I flicked it out of the tank and onto a large piece of cardboard in my grandmother's dining room. For some reason the dining room table had been removed, apparently so that a flattened refrigerator box could be laid on the floor for the bristleworm.
Still carrying the filled Evo tucked under my right arm, I fished out my phone to take a picture of this monster bristleworm on the cardboard. @TangerineSpeedo and I decided to cut the cardboard to size for scale, to which large shears appeared in our hands for cutting (and the Evo disappeared). Here is where the dream switched from gross horror to terrifying horror.
The giant bristleworm with the long pointy antennae reared up like a spitting cobra and turned its pointy "face" right at me. Recognizing trouble, my heart jumped. Then it bolted towards me. Fast. It sprang onto me (Evo back under my right arm) from the floor like a spring and began crawling all around me, apparently trying to get back in the tank, which was still filled with saltwater. I flicked it off again with my free hand. It reared up again and began chasing me through my grandmother's house, Evo in hand. Luckily my sleeping brain knows the layout of my grandmother's home in detail, so I knew where to run to keep it outdistanced. But the relief was short-lived, as 1) I was becoming tired, and 2) it was becoming faster. It also didn't help that @TangerineSpeedo was beside himelf with amusement, laughing like a horse every time I ran through the dining room, where he and the cardboard were still. I woke up nearly being caught by the bristleworm, naturally in a state of high adrenaline.
Thought I'd document this before sleep amnesia sets in. Now I have to pee.
I found an absolutely massive bristleworm in my Evo 13.5gal tank. It was mutated to having the spiky antenna of a Eunice worm, aka Bobbit worm (I did not confirm if it had the mandibles), but otherwise was fully bristleworm. Except the size. It was as big around as a bratwurst. And for some reason unafraid of me, even allowing me to handle it in the water with tongs. And for some reason I could carry my Evo, fully filled with water, sand and live rock, under my right arm. And for some reason I was at my grandmother's house with it. And for some reason @TangerineSpeedo was with me cajoling me to get the bristleworm out. So, with the tongs, which the bristleworm was lazily crawling over, I flicked it out of the tank and onto a large piece of cardboard in my grandmother's dining room. For some reason the dining room table had been removed, apparently so that a flattened refrigerator box could be laid on the floor for the bristleworm.
Still carrying the filled Evo tucked under my right arm, I fished out my phone to take a picture of this monster bristleworm on the cardboard. @TangerineSpeedo and I decided to cut the cardboard to size for scale, to which large shears appeared in our hands for cutting (and the Evo disappeared). Here is where the dream switched from gross horror to terrifying horror.
The giant bristleworm with the long pointy antennae reared up like a spitting cobra and turned its pointy "face" right at me. Recognizing trouble, my heart jumped. Then it bolted towards me. Fast. It sprang onto me (Evo back under my right arm) from the floor like a spring and began crawling all around me, apparently trying to get back in the tank, which was still filled with saltwater. I flicked it off again with my free hand. It reared up again and began chasing me through my grandmother's house, Evo in hand. Luckily my sleeping brain knows the layout of my grandmother's home in detail, so I knew where to run to keep it outdistanced. But the relief was short-lived, as 1) I was becoming tired, and 2) it was becoming faster. It also didn't help that @TangerineSpeedo was beside himelf with amusement, laughing like a horse every time I ran through the dining room, where he and the cardboard were still. I woke up nearly being caught by the bristleworm, naturally in a state of high adrenaline.
Thought I'd document this before sleep amnesia sets in. Now I have to pee.
