My dreams don't typically have any form of direction or symbolism. That's why I have Doctor Roussette interpret them whenever they make no sense.

[Claws for tearing fabric, huh? He was no seamstress, but to reach out and run a foreclaw over a strip of cloth was no problem, the material giving away easily once he applied a bit of pressure.]

The worms themselves are of no issue unless they are in brood. The eggs taste like shit, anyway.