Recently I had a dream that I was cleaning around the house when I noticed a plastic bag with a collage of items inside. I was startled to see a rather large spider crawling toward the top. Of course I freaked. This was not any ordinary spider - it was one that would be displayed at a zoo or museum because of its enormous size - 2-3 times larger than the tarantula. And dirty blonde. It was creepy.
I thought by sealing up the plastic bag, I would have better control over the fate of the spider, but it managed to escape - which of course made it more scary. Though it appeared to be larger than many rodents, it moved quickly and I didn't always know where the spider was.
|The spider I dreamed was more blonde (not as much brown) but the size|
is about the same. Too many pictures to wade through. I still have chills.
It's not something I could scoop into a glass and set free. I knew in order to kill that thing, I would have throw a dictionary on top and proceed to stomp on the dictionary and still would be too scared to lift the dictionary back up for fear the spider would still be alive. If I left the dictionary in place I would not be able to sleep - wondering how long it would be before the spider found the strength to move the dictionary and wander off.
It seemed I was experiencing this spider-turmoil all night long. There was a point I questioned as to whether I had dreamed it or if it was real. Of course it was a dream - and it probably wasn't even that lengthy of a dream. I wondered if maybe it wasn't/isn't symbolic of the relationship I am currently experiencing with my eldest daughter-in-law (Biff's wife) who has managed to turn herself into Roland's ex shortly after giving birth to my currently youngest granddaughter.
The blonde spider may be symbolic of the turmoil that I had felt at the time I had the dream (back in December) or stirred up anger I have toward bullying and irrational behavior. I want that blonde spider out of my life.
As I copied to post, I read this thought from the blogs that I read. Thank you, Debbie Crews.