muralgirl

I dreamed last night that I was trying to kill a spider. It was just a regular daddy-long-legs, but it was one of my usual frustration dreams, so it didn’t occur to me to just put on some shoes and step on it. I tried to squish it with my sock feet, but I was afraid it would bite me. I got some of its legs to fall off, but it kept going.

Then it climbed on to some towel I had hanging from an indoor clothesline (apparently) and I swatted it with something. Clear liquid came pouring down from it - like water, but thicker. And way too much for that tiny spider to actually hold. It puddled on the floor. Then the spider fell and the liquid continued to stream down from the towel where it had been. Gross.

I wouldn’t be that determined to main and kill a harmless spider in my waking life, but it was very important in the dream.

Wasn’t all bad though. My dead grandfather was in it (alive), and it’s always kind of amazing how you can can really experience the presence of someone you’ve lost and interact with them in your dreams.