Spiders

[Patricia A. Hawkenson]

I don't often dream of spiders - never have been afraid of them. Other people always call me to come squish them so it seems odd, now that I think of it, for me to dream about large spiders. In this dream there was first a small spider which I easily squished but then another larger, more bulb shaped one came crawling out of a hole in the wall. There was something about this one that was creepy. I called for my daughter to squish it but she just lightly tapped it, not giving it any pressure. I knew that was only going to make it angry, angry enough to come after us. Looking around for something to hit it with, I woke up. The odd thought for me is not really the spider and what it might represent, but the fact that while in the dream I seem to feel that the building I am in is my home, a very familiar place...a place where I know to look for a broom, and surprised to NOT find it where I know it should be. Upon awakening, the images of that home are NOT from any place I have ever lived. How can your mind create images and memories so clear that you can tell the color and feel of the cloth on the table and the coarse hairs on the back of a spider?