the girl in warpaint with hideous fangs

I feel like a cliff face is fumbling on top of me. I'm so wrought with emotions. I usually dream throughout the night. And haven't had a terrible nightmare in a while. And this was an in between.

I was in Poland. Driving a red equinox. It was longer than I remember. Going down the country road of old broken abandoned farm houses, I pulled over and saw my mother. I don't know what she said to me. She was squatting next to this old beat up pick up truck. I tried to help. I look down and see 5 or 6 disc trays. Maggots everywhere. But they're evolving. The final stage was evil and terrifying. From larvae to pupae to adult. The eldest was devouring it's siblings. This awful black and red creature with mandibles as dripping wet and vast as an ocean. I hear hissing. I grab a bottle of something and get to spray them dead; kill the large one and put the rest out of their misery. I get a prank phone call from an old ex. I hang up in hatred. I hear the one voice I'm dying to hear call for me behind me. But he wasn't there. I woke up alone and shaking and tears pour from my eyes.