R.I.P. five pound bag of rice. I barely ate ye.

Well I'm looking around in my pantry for something to eat, and I see a bag of rice I got a while ago. It hasn't been opened yet, but it's rice, so it must be fine. As soon as I pick it up something tickles my finger. A little work is crawling onto my finger. Usually I don't talk much in my dreams, but I distinctly remember crying out, "Fuck!" and dropping the bag on the floor. Thousands of little green worms exploded into the pantry. They started growing as soon as soon as they touched the ground, pretty quickly too. Somehow they saw me, although they didn't have eyes. They barely even had mouths, but they wiggled toward me. Instead of leaving the apartment, we never make the right choices in dreams, I ran to my room and closed the door tight. They started banging against my my door, but the wood held. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, a six foot tall maggot flopped against my only window and tried to chew on the glass with its little round and slimy mouth. I stared into its dark maw until I woke up in a cold sweat.