I meant to write about this nightmare of a dream during the month of September, but never got around to it. I think it’s one of those sleep paralysis dreams.
I’m lying on my back and open my eyes. From the ceiling a large, black, hairy spider slowly bobs down on a silk thread until it is about a foot from my face. I try to move, but I can’t. I can’t get out from under the spider. I can’t swat it away with my hand. I just lie there, terrified.
Eventually, I wake up and realize the spider was a dream but the dread and fear and feeling of helplessness sticks around for a while.
I like spiders, at least ones not in my dreams, so this recurring dream surprises me.
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