Dream Journal
I was standing on the left side of Beth’s dad’s bed. He was lying half under the covers and his chest was bare. As he was lying back onto his pillows, I saw a huge tarantula-like spider swing down from the ceiling on its web. It barely missed his face, yet he had turned his head away as it came down and did not see the spider.
The spider swung back and forth for a while, then landed on his pillow while he was still turned. He was reaching for a pad of paper and a pen and the large spider crawled onto his shoulder and then down his chest and stomach.
B was on my right and I tried to tell him about the spider, but I couldn’t talk or even move to grab his arm. He didn’t see the spider either. I watched in horror as this tarantula crawled up and down this mans body.