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Thursday, Aug. 18, 2005 - 15:22 Spider Hello gentle Reader. Don’t recall a lot of details about the dream, other than being in a house that was overrun by thousands of enormous tarantulas. No kidding – these fuckers were the size of my fat cat, Tiggy (who must weight around 7 or 8 kilograms). I remember running through this ramshackle house, trying to get away from the spiders… one of the beasties somehow jumped onto my back as I ran, out of control, along a darkened hallway. It scuttled up my spine until it was perched on the back of my head; I could feel it’s spiky, furry legs against the skin of at the nape of my neck; I could feel it’s legs twitching in my hair… My heart was pounding with terror – I was disgusted and mortified with having it on me, but was also petrified that the spider was going to bite me; I could feel it’s fangs pressing against my skin, seeking to sink in, but having difficulty finding the right position as I kept moving, twitching and jumping, attempting to fling it off. Eventually I became too scared too move at all and deiced it would be best to just let the eight-legged monstrosity to crawl over me and hopefully it would go away… and at about this point, I woke up. But I didn’t realise I was awake – I could still feel the tarantula on the back of my neck, scurrying about in its unholy manner, as spiders tend to do, and I was frozen with utter terror, yet my heart was pounding so hard, so fast I felt sure it would burst. I let out a small yelp and sat up in bed, expecting to dislodge the spider and see it lunging for me, venom-dripping fangs bared. But of course, nothing was there – it was just a bad dream after all. Fuck I hate spiders…
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