The Leech

The following events take place in a Chinese industrial harbor at around midnight. The setting is foggy and cold, although I am quite aware of wearing shorts. Walking along with my friend Kenneth Goldbaum we reminisce on old parties. One event is especially interesting, another friend was once bit by a leech in the toe which was rather disgusting; We talk back and forth about this subject, until we stumble upon a Chinese fisherman. Kenneth approaches the man and asks him whether he has any planes for that leech lying on the ground, and if not could Kenneth have it.
Obviously, the fisherman has no interest in the leech and lets Kenneth have it. Kenneth joyously picks up said leech and juggles it around in his hand. I warn him that it might attach itself to him which it of course does. Rather than struggle to remove the leech Kenneth just lets it sit there. Sucking blood it quickly grows quite large and purple. Kenneth enjoying himself starts to wave the leech attached finger at me. For some reason I am now carrying a folded chair which I use to fend of Kenneth and the leech finger.
Kenneth amused by the leech starts to push his finger inside the leech - not in a sexual way - Just poking at the rubbery substance and pulling it over his finger. The dream then ends abruptly.