One dream, not two

The dream seems like two different dreams but now i think maybe it was just one running two parts simultaneously. Either way, i’ll write how i remember.

The dream takes place on the property where i currently live except there are no other homes around the property and there are no trees. The workshop may or may not be there, but the house and barn are. Even the grassy places are just dry and dusty places. The driveway is gravel and comes the same path as it does in real life but at the garage there’s a big gravel cul-de-sac. It’s kind of desolate looking. Inside the house it’s all different. I don’t recognize it from any house i’ve ever lived in at first but in thinking about the layout, it’s exactly my current house. I don’t know why it seemed different to me in the dream. I’m in the kitchen and there are clean dishes in the rack by the sink that i want to put away. As i’m going that i look out the window and see over to the right of the property, an old shack. It’s not big but apparently it’s a house where a couple live. There’s an old pickup truck coming up the main road. I can see the dust trail even from so far away. It turns up the road that leads to the shack. Inside the truck is a scary redneck looking man (kind of Billy Bob-ish) and a younger man who looks okay. I think the younger man is the scary rednecks son. They drive up to the shack and the shack people come outside and yell at the redneck to go away and leave them be. The shack people look ancient and wild looking. Long white hair, pale white skin. Fragile looking. They remind me of trolls. Kind of knotty and gnarled. The redneck laughs at them and drives around them making a lot of dust. I’m mad just watching and wonder why the shack people don’t call the highway patrol and wonder if maybe i should call them myself. Cammie comes into the kitchen and is getting two Klondike bars out of the freezer to eat. I tell her to put those back and eat real food first before she has those. I ask her what she wants and hand her a plate of something. Greens? She hands me a can of powdered potatoes and says she wants some of that. I ask her if she knows how to make it because i’ve never made them before and she tells me 4 tablespoons. I spoon the powdery stuff into a big plastic mixing bowl then walk out to the garage for something. When i go out in the garage that old pickup truck is parked outside and the redneck is in the garage stealing something. I run up and grab some kind of hose or tube out of his hand and hit him with it and tell him to get out immediately. He gets back into his truck. Just then his son comes running up with a big metal pipe “joint” of some kind. BIG. The circumference is probably ten inches and the pipe joint is so long he has to carry it in both arms. I take the pipe from him and guess that it’s from the barn. He also jumps in the truck and they take off up the driveway. I’m furious that they’ve been to the house and figure it i hadn’t gone into the garage they would’ve stolen a lot of stuff, including my bike. I check my bike to see if it’s got the cable lock on it but it doesn’t and as i’m trying to remember where i put the lock, dad pulls up in his truck. I tell him about the redneck thief and how they were stealing from everybody along our road. We walk to the barn. I’m still thinking about calling the police but can’t remember if i’m supposed to call 9-1-1 or the sheriff’s number. The horses are fine and safe in their stalls and everything is “locked up” as well as can be in a barn. I suggest we let the dogs loose to roam around the outer part of the barn but realize as i say it that the fence wouldn’t keep them in because the boards are too far apart. I know the dogs won’t stay in the pen and don’t want them running loose outside the barn. As we walk back to the garage i see a large spider has made a web inside by the door. There’s a kind of illumination to it. As i look at the spider – it’s very large, the size of a man’s hand – a face superimposes over the spider. It’s the face of a beautiful person. Arab or Indian i think. Dark hair and eyes and olive complexion. The face has beautiful lips that i want to kiss. As i look it goes from face to spider and then back to face. Then the face flickers like a computer screen and bits of commercials display (very Max Headroom-like). Now it’s spider, commercials, face all random. I think if i can figure out the timing i could kiss the lips even though i know it’s really the spider the whole time. I go back into the house and Cammie is still waiting for me to make the potatoes and i can’t even remember why i went into the garage in the first place. I put water in the powder and the dream changes to a new dream.

I’m taking care of a man’s pets. He’s a professional football player. Giant black man, dressed very nicely. He has to go attend some important event. His pets live in a large cage. I can see a half-dead lizard on a branch and a spider as big as a fist with large sharp black pinching horns (like on those big beetles) and a turquoise back. It’s beautiful. The spider is aggressive though, and it scares me. The creatures haven’t been fed in a while and it looks like the spider is going to try and eat the lizard. The lizard can’t defend itself. I look in the refrigerator to see if there’s something in there i could feed the critters. I find a grasshopper in the lettuce drawer and realize that’s what they man feeds his pets. I cup one of the grasshoppers in my hand but another one escapes the refrigerator and hops away somewhere in the room. I take the one i’ve caught and put it inside the cage. The spider POUNCES right on it and begins to eat. I’m not sure what to do about the lizard but i know i need to replace the water. I’m really afraid of that spider and know that it will hurt me if i give it the chance. The dream changes and i’m back in the dusty place from the other dream again. Dad has the spider and is trying to cut it in half lengthwise with a circular saw. The spider won’t hold still though and as dad pushes it onto the saw one of its horns gets cut off. It hurts so bad and i am overwhelmed with a feeling of pity for the poor thing. I feel terrible. The creature is moaning in pain and fear and i can see where the horn was amputated is pink healthy looking meat. The horn is just lying on the table by the saw and i don’t know what to do. There’s nothing i CAN do. The spider isn’t scary anymore though because it’s helpless and in pain.

That’s all i remember. Poor spider. The other spider though, is the message i understand. It’s religion. The spider is god. The human face is so that people can relate to and love god even though it’s not the true face of god. Wanting to kiss the face of god. That's what Jesus' appeal is to Christians. But that's not the true face of god. Only a mask. The commercials flickering on and off is the man-made commercialism of god that keeps people from both the façade OR the true face of god.

The message from the other spider, i don’t understand. In one of the earliest spider dreams i ever remember, when i was still afraid of spiders, it was the beautiful big spider with the turquoise jewel-like body that appeared. Even later, when i had the spider in the treetops dreams, they were big jewel-spiders as big as cars. The treetop dreams were the ones that made me stop being afraid of spiders. So for my jewel-spider to present itself as scary and monstrous…. i don’t understand. Maybe it’ll explain itself eventually. Or maybe it was a false spider! Because spiders don’t have horns and don’t hurt people. And (for me) spiders and fear are at opposite ends of the spectrum. False gods? False beliefs? Maybe it's the commercial "face of god" after the commercialization has completed its cycle. Don't know. Poor spider. Poor god.