Of Earthworms and Ovaries

I really don't understand this dream. At all. And it won't leave me alone.

Setting: I'm not sure. For a while it's in a church basement, then a parking lot of a possible hospital.
Characters: Anastasia, that's me; A man with dark hair, possibly a dead uncle of mine that I didn't know exsisted until I related this dream to my mother (in which case his name is Ernie); and Neutral Milk Hotel, a band from the 90's.

In the supposed basement of a church I met this man with dark hair. I've dreamed about him before, and he generally surfaces as an uncle I thought didn't actually exsist. Apparently, he's my dead Uncle Ernie, who was shot before I was even thought of. We tend to talk about everything when he shows up, and this time it was music. He always knows what's going on, and we had an incredible conversation about Neutral Milk Hotel, among other things. He was sad that they only had two albums also.

Later I found myself driving home from a possible hospital of some sort with a Neutral Milk Hotel tape in the player. I had to stop for an ambulance full of Neutral Milk Hotel. I didn't get to talk to most of them, but i sorely wanted to. One of them, most likely Jeff Mangum, picked up a handful of earthworms that appeared in swarms out of nowhere and held them to my ear.

they were singing Oh Comely.

Oh comely I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty bright and bubbly
terrible scene That was doing her thing on your chest
But oh comely It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
Oh comely all of your friends are letting you blow
Bristling and ugly bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty bright and bubbly
friend You could need to say comforting things in your ear
But oh comely there isn't such one friend that you could find here
Standing next to me He's only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything I own
Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful all in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me
Say what you want to say
hang for your hollow ways
moving your mouth the pull out all your miracles
for me
And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families
And will she remember me 50 years later
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine
Know all your enemies we know who are enemies are
Goldaline my dear we will fold and freeze together
Far away from here there is sun and spring and green forever
But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
Place your body here let your skin begin to blend itself with mine
-Neutral Milk Hotel, Oh Comely