Monday, October 09, 2006

The Spider Diaries - part deux

2 days after I made a new 8 legged friend on my way to work, I had a dream. It wasn't anything earth shattering or revolutionary. No, it was just a simple dream with one simple story line.

In my dream...

I am sharing an apartment with someone. I have no idea who, but there is another person there. I think it's a female.

I am sitting around (probably watching TV, if my dream self is anything like my real self) wearing shorts. My legs are exposed. I look down and catch a glimpse of something dark, just visible on the under side of my right thigh. I crane my neck around and twist my leg forward to see what it is. AGH! It's a spider! A big, hairy, tarantula-like, black spider. I say "tarantula-like" because it was kind of flat. Tarantulas are generally round in the body. This one was flat. I guess it was more like the fake ones you get in CVS that hang from the ceiling.

I immediately flick it off of my leg. It flies a few feet away, and I stand up and jump in the other direction. Of course, this being a dream, the spider disappears. I still feel like it's around, but it's no where to be seen.

To my left is my roommate. She is looking for something in our entry closet. I have no idea what. The mail lady comes into the apartment. She is carrying a box of mail. She pulls out a packet of envelopes that are rubber banded together. She says, "This ones for you" and hands it to my roommate. She pulls out a second bundle for me. She looks back in the box and says, very matter-of-factly, "And, who ordered the spider?"

The spider pops up in the box, propping himself up on top of the rest of the mail in the box by putting his legs on each side of him. He looks around at the three of us, jumps out of the box and starts running around the apartment.

My roommate jumps into action. She manages to trap the spider in something that eventually transforms into a Pringles can. I then jump into action of a different sort. I start searching for people who want to adopt a spider. I put a posting on Craigs List. I start calling people I know. Of course no one I know wants to take a spider. Every couple of minutes I look into the Pringles can to make sure the spider is still there. He is.

I continue my hunt for someone to adopt this furry thing. I look back into the can and in one single move, he whips around, looks at me and smiles. And, not just any smile, either. It's a huge toothy, cheesy grin - the kind you make when you want to exaggerate the point of smiling. He also gives me bug eyes (no pun intended).

Now, I have this big, black, hairy, flat tarantula spider looking at me with the goofiest of faces. In that one moment, the spider became quite endearing. I immediately fall in love with it. I have now accomplished my mission - I found it a home. Mine.

The next day, I was telling my cousin about this dream. She tells me that she had almost the same dream the week before. WHAT THE....?????


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