I’m in a meeting taking place inside a screened-in porch of somebody’s house. I’m sitting in the back row and can see a spider as large as a human hand dropping down from a filament of spider silk. Seeing it i’m reminded of another dream when i saw hundreds of these types of spiders*. It’s mostly black with some red. Widow shaped but very hairy and repulsive looking. I remember thinking that i wouldn’t want to pick it up.
In my current bedroom but how it was arranged in the 80’s with my bed by the door. I can hear dad getting things ready for us to go on a trip. I peek out my door to see and there’s a clothes rack with four or five dark colored suits on it. I wonder why dad would need that many suits for one trip and realize it’s for all the funerals. In my dream i think Duane is dead too and we’re all going to Florida.
I’m driving to work but i’m on country roads i don’t remember. A lady from work, June, is in the car with me and she wants to stop at McDonald’s. I pull in to the place where i think the McDonald’s is and realize i’m driving the wrong way through the parking lot and there’s a policeman in the lot. I quick pull back out onto the road and tell June we’ll find another place to stop. Then i’m at work, sitting at my old desk (back when we had desks, not cubes). I open one of the drawers and there’s a vibrator in the drawer. I’m embarrassed and wonder how i’ll be able to take it out without anybody noticing.
Awake i'm not sure if i really DID dream about hundreds of these types of spiders in another dream or if i was remembering a dream that never happened within a dream that i was actively dreaming. But it seems like i dreamed about hundreds of these spiders before. Tricky mind. Can't be trusted. Nothing is real.
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