November 15, 2003

• I had another spider dream last night. Two actually. What’s that? Like the third one in a month now?

  
  

  I was back at our old house and my mother needed something from the basement. So I went down, but there were so many spiders in their webs that you couldn’t move without knocking some down. Someone was ahead of me through the webs, but I couldn’t say who it was or how they got through. And someone was behind, standing at the foot of the stairs. All throughout the dream I could hear my mother begging me to get whatever it was she needed, but I didn’t want to go through the webs and knock the spiders down.

  
  

  That dream ended with me halfway through the basement, covered in webs and spiders, and crying on the floor, anime style (you know, streaming rivers down my cheeks). None of the spiders bit me because they knew I wasn’t trying to hurt them, but it was still creepy being covered in webs and spiders. I woke up with an aching jaw. I think I was gritting my teeth in my sleep. 

  
  

  I fell back to sleep for about an hour. The second dream also took place at our old house, but we were outside on a gravel road which never existed at the real place. My grandmother was going to drive us somewhere (which alone is cause enough to call this a nightmare). I had to walk around the car to get in and saw the front of the car was covered in thick webs.

  
  

  There were spiders throughout the webbing, but I wasn’t worried so much for them than I was for this quarter-sized, brown and gray jumping-spider on the ground. It kept getting in front of me, and I was afraid I would step on it, so I was talking to it and telling it to be careful because I didn’t want to hurt it.

  
  

  The jumping spider disappeared for a second and I figured it had gotten the hint. Then I felt a sharp tap to the palm of my hand like someone had hit me with a stone, and the spider was in my hand. He didn’t bite me, just jumped really hard. I raised my hand to my eyes and looked at him, and he looked at me, before he hopped off and the dream ended.

  
  

  Maybe the spider was stunned by the force of jumping into my hand. I had a bumblebee fly into me once and it felt like that. It wobbled around for a few minutes before getting up and flying off.

  
  

  According to Ted Andrews _Animal_Speak_, the spider is a symbol of creativity and a harbinger of fate. Interestingly enough, the spider is guardian of language and letters and Andrews states that spider is probably the totem of many writers. I would not be surprised if spider had adopted me. My house is full of them, and I only take the larger ones outside (unless they get a little too aggressive when I try). I hardly ever kill a spider. I haven’t had to kill a spider in over a year, even though there are at least three or four living behind my stereo. They must know good music when they hear it. heh

  
  

  Well, that would raise my number of animal spirit guides to three now- spider, raven, and snake. Two predators and a scavenger. Not bad for a vegetarian. lol

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