DREAM:

Asleep in my old bunk beds in Memphis, TN. Woke up to a white and translucent, crab-like spider with a lobster face crawling next to me. Frightened, I tried to kill it several times with books, screaming--when it finally died, it squealed like a furry animal, like some newborn thing. Went back to sleep. I woke again in the dream, there was a another spider crawling out from my sheet--small, white, not as translucent. I didn't think twice, and crushed it at first sight. Another came later on, slightly smaller than the previous--the size of a tarantula, pasty white, fluffy, almost. Harder to kill. I was less afraid this time, and confused, almost mystified. It was rather cute. But something told me it had to be destroyed anyway. I put on a pair of calf-high black boots, and crushed it under the left one. Lifting the boot, the spider had become a small, white bird with a broken neck, and sounds of a musicbox came from a hole in it's neck.

That dream had been bothering me all week. Mostly because I keep seeing spiders everywhere, and I have phantom bites on my legs.






"All the noise running through my head..."

--MURPHY--