(Entered in paper journal at 6:35 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was in "my bedroom." I may have had a black or grey blanket on my bed. The room was dim with light coming only from the hallway or a different room. I may have been thinking gladly to myself how my room was free of bugs. I might have been afraid of that changing.
As I lay down for bed, something jumped off the wall, onto my blanket (which was all crumpled up on my bed). The thing was some kind of bug, but it looked like a little piece of trash. It moved around. It appeared to be all legs. At first it may have "had"/"been" only six or four legs. The legs were one-eighth of an inch long and translucent, with spherical tips. They seemed more like fangs than legs to me.
As the spider moved along, it "opened out," its legs now being long, black and white striped, thin, and half an inch long. The previous "legs" had coalesced into a sort of body.
I was trying to get the spider off my bed, but I didn't want to kill it or touch it. I would try to blow it off my bed, but it would constantly hold its place.
At some point I may have succeeded in getting the spider off my bed. I may then have chased it around the room, trying to get it even farther away from me, until it ended up, somehow, back on my bed.
At last I may have smashed the spider with a shoe or a book or something flat, like a board or a stiff piece of paper. But even then all that happened was that the spider was no longer there. It may have been gone, or it may have hidden under a fold, just as easily as it may have been smashed.
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