This is the dream that I had last night. I copied and pasted it from a tweet that I sent to someone, therefore, if there are parts mentioning things you do not understand - that is why.
Whenever I have told you about a dream that I remembered, they have always been incredibly strange. This one might fall under that category if I can describe it well enough. It was strange to me anyway…
You know how I so often complain and freak out over spiders? That is mainly what happened within my dream. The setting is in my house, which may or may not be useful information. I figured that I would mention as many details as I remember. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted what I thought was a giant spider. It was large, had many legs, furry. It was clinging to a wall, not moving, but it was enough for me to remain as far away as possible. I have no problem killing very small spiders, but when it comes to large spiders - I stay away. (This is actually true to real life.) I ran through the house until I found my sister and my dad. I’m not really sure why my dad was there now that I think about it, but he always used to kill spiders for me, so I am guessing that is why.
After I found those two, I proceeded to tell them about the large spider and how they should kill it. Actually, it was more of me being in a panic and overdramatizing the situation. They assured me that there was nothing to be worried about, and they thought that I was just talking crazy. I led them to the spot where I saw the spider, and when we returned, instead of one giant spider, there were three! Three large spider-looking creatures. One was on the wall, one on the tile floor, and one hiding underneath the dining room table. They apologized for not believing me. My sister chased after one of the spiders and jumped on it. It died. My dad went after the other two, stepped on them, they died. Everything was better.
With the spiders being dead, I thought there was nothing to worry about. I went to me room, but when I closed the door, there was another spider. Just like the others before, this one did not move. I was afraid to open the door, so I screamed for help. No one came. I didn’t know what to do. I began throwing random objects at it - pillows, shoes. Nothing did harm to it. I threw a lamp. That caused the “spider” to leap off of my door and onto the floor. It began barking at me. It looked at me with huge eyes. I was confused as to why a spider would be barking at me, and I noticed what I thought were back legs was actually a tail that was happily wagging at me. Strange.
I ran back to my dad. When I found him, he was talking to one of the spider puppies… whatever you want to think of them as. He explained to me that they were from a different planet. They disguised themselves as spiders so they could blend in and learn more about people.
That’s when you woke me up, so I’m not sure if anything else would have happened from that point on. Oddly enough, there was a spider on the floor next to me when I woke up. It wasn’t big, an alien, and it wasn’t a puppy. I just squished it with a shoe.
THE END!
It makes sense to me. I love puppies, consistently have conversations about space dreams with the person I sent this to, and I hate spiders. Why they were all combined into one dream is beyond me, but it was awesome.
