Dream of: 05 February
2006 "Injured Spider"A couple women (like me, both about 20 years old) had come from out of town to visit me in the House in New Boston. They stayed for a while, then left. After they had gone, I began thinking about the House and how I sometimes wrote about it and how I described it to people. The House had been new when I had first moved there, and it was still in good shape, even though it had been left empty so long. I thought about how I used to come up to the empty House and drink alcohol. I had even tripped on acid in the House. I recalled how Steve Buckner had sometimes come with me to the House, and I even remembered talking with Steve one day about the House and how he had stated that the only reason we went there was to get drunk or get high.
As I thought about Steve, I wondered if he might be coming to Portsmouth anytime soon. I thought I could give him a call in Columbus, where I thought he lived - but I needed his phone number. So I picked up the phone in the bedroom and called Steve's mother, Helen Buckner, in Portsmouth.
Helen answered the phone and started talking. She talked for 10-15 minutes, mostly about Steve, until she finally mentioned that Steve was out in the back yard. I could hardly believe she had talked to me so long without mentioning that Steve was there. I asked her if I could speak with him, and she said, Yea.
While she went to fetch Steve, I noticed a very pretty spider crawling on something in the bedroom. The spider was larger than average - almost five centimeters across, counting its legs. It had a white body and long dark-reddish legs. I thought to myself that I would like to start collecting some kind of insect such as spiders. It would be nice if I had a friend with whom I could share such a hobby - but I didn't know anyone who liked to collect spiders.
I wondered how the spiders would be caught. I would hate to kill them, but I knew a pin would have to be stuck in them to mount them. I wondered if a spray could be used to kill the spiders.
As I watched, the spider jumped into the air, floated for an instant, then landed on me. It crawled all over me, on my back and in my hair. I tried to keep my eye on it, wondering if it were poisonous. I knew most spiders weren't poisonous, but I didn't know about this one. I stood up in front of a mirror so I could see the spider on my back. It climbed onto my arm and I tried to blow it off. Every time I would blow, the spider would crouch down and hold tight. It crawled all over me. I wanted it off, but I didn't want to kill it.
Finally it crawled onto the tip of my finger. I tried to blow it off, but it grabbed tight. It was holding so tightly, I thought it was going to bite me, so I brushed it off onto the bed. I was afraid I had killed it. I couldn't see it, but at least it was no longer on me. I looked around trying to find it. I hoped I hadn't injured it, but I feared I had.
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