Feeding The Spiders
As far back as I can remember I have had an odd relationship with spiders. More than once I have been standing in someone’s home only to turn my head and have a spider trickle down from the ceiling and land on me or near me. When I was younger I would go to a sleepover at a friend’s house and wake up with either a spider on me, or climbing the wall next to me, or creeping along the covers.
“I have never seen a spider in this house before, it’s only when you’re here.”
I have heard that SO many times. And I’m sure it’s embarassing for these people to have a guest standing there in their home and everytime this guest is there arachnids fling themselves at her.
At my parents home I would see black widows where my brother was about to put his hand and stop him. My father would hand me something out of our garden to hold and there would be a HUGE black widow on it that he just “didn’t see”.
So now that I have established that I have a relationship with spiders in the waking world, I’d like to talk about my relationship with spiders on the other side.
I wake up several times a night. I have never in my life been a good sleeper. I know some olympian sleepers, and i friends, am not one. Sometimes when I wake up I’m not all the way back into my brain yet and I see things that aren’t there. Well, I guess maybe this world has layers and those things are always there, but anyway.
I wake up and I see people and places. Once I was SURE my walls were covered in crayons. I reached out to touch them and they melted and smeared. I remember sitting in my room at my parents house just running my hands over the walls because i was smearing these damn crayons. It was really beautiful.
Another time I woke up and there were leaves all over the walls, like an ivy, but very very dense. There was a breeze. I could SMELL it. Then they started to turn brown, shriveled, and died. After that, they caught on fire. So i’m sitting in the middle of my floor just looking around at my room ON FIRE. I woke up in the floor the next day. I dont remember going back to sleep.
So the point to this post…
Is it weird that I wake up and see spiders on my walls, on my book cases, on me, on my bed, on the ceiling? It used to freak me out when I was younger and I’d wake up yelling and my brothers would come check on me and there would be nothing there. Now, I simply reach over, turn up the light, and make sure there really isn’t a creepy critter about to crawl on me.
This ever happen to anyone else once or twice, let alone, nearly every night of their life?
Or am I alone here too…
