I, like a lot of people, tend to see repeated imagery in my dreams.  What little mothering instincts I have, manifest themselves in my dreams as me having to rescue small helpless animals from perilous situations.  The obsessively organized part of my brain forces me to dream about packing items for a trip, while having difficulties finding the right bag for as many items as I need.  And don’t even get my started on the types of dreams I have when I need to pee.  Luckily, I’ve never found a public restrooms quite that bad in real life.

Most often, I dream about having to get somewhere while facing certain architectural obstacles on my journey.  They usually are, pools of water that have to be swum through or skirted around, tiny doors that I have to squeeze through, and endless staircases that I have to climb up and down, often taking me to the wrong floor which forces me to have to turn around and start all over again.  Living in Australia has officially added another obstacle to my subconscious, slumbering journeys; giant spider webs.

Now, stretching across the staircases and hovering in the center of those tiny doors are elaborate tangles of spider web.  Just like in real life, my fear is not of a deadly spider, since I know even the bulbous ones in my dream are harmless, but of getting sticky threads of web, several times the strength of it’s equivalent thickness of steel, splayed across my face.  As if climbing up and down often uneven staircases wasn’t exhausting enough, I now have to limbo under those barely visible walls at ever other turn.  Thank you Australia, that’s just what I needed.