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.
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