It all started with Fourth of July. Or, as I like to call it, mosquito hell. Stung so many times, so many times. I have a bite on my side, and I can't reach it easily. Do you know how craptastic it is wriggling around, trying to stop its incessant itching? Not to mention I have 4 bites on my right foot. One right above a vein, and it scares me to scratch it because I can feel the vein. Also, I'm having my usual allergic reaction, and my foot is so swollen. Like, ridiculously so.
Then, today, I went shopping with the family. Not boring, not fun. Kinda content with the day. We came home, made and ate scrumptious food. Homemade fries, in eggs with cheese. Kind of like a french fry omelet. Accompanied by salad. If you think it sounds disgusting, you don't know what you're missing out on, man. God, I'm drooling thinking about it. Meal was accompanied by Pepsi for some, beer for others. I was drowsy by the time I got in my room, so some might be able to guess where one of the beers went. So, I napped. And it wasn't my usual "nap," which usually last anywhere between 6 hours to... whenever. It was an actual, two hour nap. I woke up after one hour, sweating and swearing at how unbelievably hot it was. Half an hour later, it was freezing. Then, I managed to get back to sleep. And boy, I regret it. Nightmare. Now, I don't dream. Like, ever. I probably do during R.E.M. sleep and don't remember. But, I doubt I dream as much as the average person. Mainly because once I'm asleep, I'm dead to the world. Nothing reaches me. It's literally a battle trying to wake me up if I'm tried. There's clawing, punching, kicking, and hissing involved, all from me. So, the fact that I was having a nightmare was enough to scare me a bit. And it was a semi-lucid nightmare, I was aware of what I was doing.
But that wasn't the worst part.
It was a relatively short nightmare. But it involved one thing that is keeping me from turning my lights out now and going to sleep; A damn realistic, large spider. /shudder I can still picture it and... damn. It's freakin' me out.
The nightmare (henceforth referred to as dream, because that's what I keep typing) started with me sleeping. Sleeping in the dream. Then I woke, in the dream, but it was like I woke in real life. I was in my sister's room. First thing that told me things were off was that the furniture was rearranged. Anyway... The lights were off, but the hall light was on, causing a little path in front of the door to be illuminated. And on the ground, of course, was a spider. Form a fist with one hand. That was the relative size of it's body. Of course, it had eight (counted 'em) legs. And, I know this is going to sound terrible and disgusting, but it's the only way I can describe it... The spider was juicy. I don't mean, like, wet or slimy. Just, not small, dry, and spindly like spiders. Very... meaty and fleshy. It was struggling with something. I don't know what. I was to busy freaking out. So, I took a flashlight that was by me, turned it on, and rolled it towards the spider. It immediately attacks it, crawling all over and trying to move it, but failing. I utter a squeak. Next thing I know, it turn to face me, going up in the defense/warning posture spiders do before they attack- when they raise the front half of their body to make themselves appear larger and more intimidating. Which isn't necessary. I was already scared as hell. As soon as it did that, I kind of blacked out and woke up, my heart racing so fast it hurt, and literally paralyzed in fear.
I haven't been able to go back to bed since, even though I'm exhausted.
And to make it worse, I have a sudden urge to paint my dream.
Because I'm a freak.
-Julie
p.s. Apologies for grammar/spelling mistakes. Don't really feel like proofreading.
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