The Dream

It was a worm, slimy and gray, unmoving. Curling around nothing, slithering across the smooth surface.  Suddenly from above dropped a small, segmented, smooth caterpillar with black spots symmetrically situated along its length.
The worm surrounded that caterpillar and sucked it in, glowing red along its length shining into the void around it.
“Get it off me!  Get it off!” 
I looked up to see that red worm laying on his bald head. 
The next moment that worm was in the sink basin, in a small amount of water contained in the sink stopper.  I watched it wiggle and squirm, not at all dismayed and certainly not destroyed by finding itself in water.  It did not die, but it must die.  It must be destroyed.
I grabbed a piece of bread, dumped the contents of the stopper into it, folded it and ate it.
This dream, what does it mean?


Note: I have not been thinking about worms or slugs or anything slimy.  My night time reading has to do with Japanese/Chinese relations prior to the 2nd World War on the Island of Penang in Malaysia.



Sink Stopper photo by Stilfehler (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Bread slices By Daniel Sone (Photographer) [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons