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I've been forgetting to write down my dreams of late (again). But most of the ones I've had have been so bizarre as to defy description. (Which is probably one reason why I don't even bother trying to write them down and explain them.) During brunch, Pokey mentioned something about spiders and nests, and that reminded me of a dream I had some time ago.
I was confronted by a very large spider which I quickly dispatched. Unfortunately, it had a giant egg sack attached to it, and I needed to get rid of it before the baby spiders had a chance to escape. Using my chopsticks, I tried to lift the ball of mini-spiders and place it into an incinerator, but the sack collapsed, and large globs of spiderbabies gushed forth in large blobs. I got rid of the shell and began the difficult task of lifting up these gelatinous mounds without breaking them further into smaller chunks. I was having a hard time with it and was ready to use my hands..
