|Bizarre and obviously symbolic dream
||[Feb. 16th, 2006|10:07 am]
I haven't had a dream this vivid in so long...
I had moved into a large house with my father, Ari, and some random kids (they didn't play a part in the dream, but I knew they were there). We all lived in one house, but it was like our lives did not overlap with each other's. We were all there, but Ari and I were separate from everyone else.
It was great and exciting at first, until I happened to notice a scorpion curled up on the coffee table. It was large and black with white claws. As soon as it saw me, it started hurling vemon at me (almost launching it in big splinters at me, like a cactus). I wasn't scared, just upset that it had to be here and ruin the house for everyone.
So, I called 911, and explained to the operator that we needed to have the scorpion fought and taken out. She said that I was right about that, but unfortunately the "insect team" was otherwise occupied, and I'd have to wait until the end of next week for them to come there. I figured, "ok. We'll just have to stay upstairs until then."
So, we went upstairs. There was a large kitchen in one room, and my father immediately started unpacking the things he'd brought from Roseville. It turned out to be a large variety of foods he'd bought from Costco years ago, and had been saving for just such an occasion. The food didn't look good to eat anymore, but he just kept loading it all into the huge fridge and seemed very excited.
I was then looking downstairs again and saw that the scorpion had built a large web on a chair right next to the front door. I had tried to go out and see if the outside lights worked (it was evening by then), but as soon as I tried to pass by it, the scorpion tried to attack me again. So, I went back upstairs feeling puzzled.
I found Ari in what would be our room, and was helping him unpack. I was really excited because we would get to sleep in the same bed and cuddle and wake up together from now on, and no one would think it suspicious.
Just then though, I saw a Brown Recluse spider on the wall by the bed. I told Ari we needed to get rid of it or it would come at us in our sleep. "We can leave it for a few days," he said. "It won't do anything to us for at least three days, and if we kill it before then, more will come. Please trust me with this."
I was really puzzled, and went downstairs again to try and call the 911 number again.
That's all I remember to it.