Dream Log #3

Fell asleep on the couch with the TV on True Hollywood Story: Casey Anthony (switching back and forth between commercials from Next with Nicolas Cage back to THS). Apparently after I fell asleep that show ended & E! Entertainment's Fashion Police came on.

The dream went like just like this...

I was in a hotel and I decided to make toast. I popped the bread down then went to my room. Time passed a little. I can't remember what I was doing, just that I was standing, looking down as if I was tying a robe or buttoning a shirt and facing the fixed bed. As I brought my head up I started to see smoke fill the top of the room. In a panic I open the door and the hallway's filling up with smoke from the direction of where the toaster was and people are scrambling with the alarm going off, but not loudly. I look to my right and there's a brunette man squinting and trying to avoid the smoke as he was heading down the hall my way to get to where help was. I remember thinking I didn't even hear the alarm but I was very sure it was me who started the fire. I see burn marks towards the bottom of the wall across the way (it wasn't a wide hallway) to the left, where a couple of firemen and a policeman were. Apparently a fire had started and been put out. There were cops and firemen in the area. I immediately tried to get their attention and apologetically, embarrassingly let them know it was my toast... that I did it. They wouldn't pay too much attention to me, though they did look at me.

Things just went on and I went into this one smaller room where there was conversation about different dresses and gossip about what the women looked like in these outfits. One of the women sounded like Joan Rivers. A firemen, who didn't have his hat or coat on, just a white tee, his fireman pants, and boots was sitting there eating. He had fair, clear skin, clean shaven, strawberry blonde wavey, short hair, nice teeth, and either hazel green or light brown eyes. He was actively listening to the conversation and eating. He was at a round, metal table with a white top (kinda retro) in the corner. The table was pushed into the corner and he was on a stool to the left of it from my perspective.The walls were a pale yellow-ish color.

On a single shelf on the wall in front of me near the table there was what looked like a small aerosol can, white and blue label. Instead of a lid it had a spider for a head... or it was a big spider with an aerosol can for a body. The spider looked much like a tarantula but had 3 shiny, silver eyes, one on top with two just beneath it. I don't remember the text on the can, but it was a clean, straight, thin font, different sizes and I do remember an A or an N. 

I created this image from memory & it's creepy how just about exact it is. Pale yellow wall, shade of blue, color of tarantula... everything! It was even moving it's legs slowly as if to reposition itself. *shudder

It sensed me looking at it and it slowly turned towards me like it was in a crazy Sci-Fi flick. Both the spider and the can moved simultaneously like they were one. In my dream I remember having seen a NatGeo program where these particular spiders have the ability to leap towards something at combat speed to bite or sting and that their venom was fatal. I backed out of the doorway carefully while watching it to get out of the room and out of its site. I looked in and this time the fireman who was eating was looking back and up over his right shoulder at the person behind him still talking about fashion. He was still chewing while reaching for his drink. I looked at the paper cup and on it was that same spider only this time it was tiny with the 3 huge silver eyes. He reached for the cup to take a sip and I wanted to yell out to warn him about the spider but my mouth was full because I just took a big gulp of water. (Funny how dreams work.) He didn't look at the cup and kept his focus on the woman as he brought the cup up. He didn't realize it was a spider but he saw something in his peripheral and without looking moved toward it with his mouth as if to sip it off like it was just a drip or something. He had the spider in his mouth and  began to chew, but immediately dropped his cup in pain. He started walking toward the wall like he wanted to vomit and clear liquid snot was running out of his nostrils, he was sweating, and salivating. He began to turn red and I tried to scream out for people to help him but no one moved. I yelled harder to let them know he was going to die if he didn't get help but everyone just carried on. Then he turned to walk up the stairs and said he was tired and felt bad so he wanted to lay down. I thought he shouldn't do that and he needed immediate help. I said in a panic, "are you feeling okay??" and before he could answer he slightly turned and I saw that he now had no hair, his head was quickly developing big boils, they were bubbling on his scalp and he fell to the ground. I began to scream for help.

That's about the time I woke up.

WT...?? Seriously. Toast? Burning hotel? Freaky, hellish evil spiders? Aerosol can? All I had was a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios & non-fat milk!




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