I dreamt about spiders. Lots of spiders, some of which were named Steve or Dan and had Iron Man’s face on them. Eddie and I found this weird spider that did somersaults and looked like crab legs.
This house, with the spiders, had a smaller house with a ghost of a little blonde girl living in it. We were friends for some reason. I never really questioned why she was still around or why she lived in a smaller house in my house. But it seemed natural.
The Dan spider chased me around the house and bit my ankle. It surprised me when a human faced spider left two fanged bite marks. Apparently, they only attack when they are stared at. It was self conscious or something like that. And I was obviously not smart enough to stop staring.
