The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts

I was in Portsmouth talking with Anderson about Buckner. Anderson told me that Buckner had apparently taken some kind of vows, had stopped drinking alcohol and had reformed immensely. I was surprised. The vows sounded similar to ones I had taken. I thought Buckner was studying sociology and had been working on a master's degree. But he still needed to write a thesis which he had begun but never completed.

Anderson said Buckner planned to get a job and we agreed that he could probably work for the government, perhaps doing some kind of family planning, planning county roads or something of that sort. We hoped Buckner wouldn't simply start doing odd jobs around town.

My mother and I went to visit Buckner at his parents house on Sherman Avenue in Portsmouth. Buckner's father, Jim Buckner, was there and took my mother out into the yard where she began gathering some pink roses. Buckner and I sat down in the front room.

Buckner began telling me about a type of bug which he was going to begin raising. It resembled a golden spider (although it wasn't a spider) and was supposed to weave a golden thread. I didn't know what to think.

He left me alone in the room, I lay down on a bed and as I looked up I saw some kind of golden bug above me on the wall. It was about two centimeters long, appeared to be artificial and had a little light on it, which blinked on and off. It had a long body with several legs sticking out on both sides. The bug began moving out from the wall and as it did, it created some kind of rigid, golden stick. It was creating the stick as it went along much as a spider creates a web. But in this case the stick was solid and appeared to be gold.

The bug continued creating the stick until it reached the opposite wall, where it attached onto the wall. As the bug had continued across, it seemed to be growing smaller. But the stick had grown progressively larger in diameter. The golden stick also seemed to have joints, like a piece of bamboo.

I was spellbound. The stick appeared to be pure gold. I thought about reaching up to touch it. But as I watched the stick it began expanding in diameter. Its color began to change and in places it looked like turquoise. Finally on the far end, the stick appeared to be growing into a large porcelain lamp which was still parallel to the floor and which connected to the wall at the base and to the rest of the stick at the top. It appeared the bottom would have to broken from the wall and the top from the rest of the stick to actually have a lamp. The lamp throbbed as it grew. It was about a meter long.

I then saw that the lamp had some kind of design on it and was amazed to think the bug had somehow created a design on the lamp. It was quite artistic. Some eagles appeared to be on the design. But looking closer, I saw what appeared to be pictures of Donald Duck, Daffy Duck and Goofy at some kind of picnic scene.

I couldn't understand how an animal, such as that bug, could have acquired the information to make such a design. But apparently the bug was aware of humans.

I rose and walked into the next room looking for Buckner so I could tell him what had been happening. I saw his sister Jeannie, finally found Buckner and told him about the bug. I took him back into the room and asked him if he had ever seen that happen before. He said he had seen it happen a number of times.

He walked over to the lamp and looked at the design. Apparently the designs were always different and he wanted to see what kind of design that lamp had. After he saw the design he turned around and walked out of the room. I then noticed another bug on the wall. It looked like the first one except it had a pink light on it.

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