(Entered in paper journal at 6:15 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was in a dimmish building with a big group of people. The place may have been like a summer camp, although we were all adults. The room may have had long tables throughout, like a cafeteria. Some natural light came in through short, wide windows. I stood before a tallish, pretty, brown-haired woman. Between us was a square, dark, wooden column.
The woman either grabbed a spider from off the column or opened her hand to show me that she had a spider. The spider was big, with a furry, beige body and almost translucent, red legs. Its mouth had milky, purple, roundish (jaws? fangs?). The spider seemed complacent at first, but then somehow got panicked and was about to bite the woman.
The woman let the spider walk on the column. As she did, a man walked up to us. He and the woman started talking, and I started walking away. As I did, I noticed that the spider had become friendly again and was climbing back into the woman's hand.
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