The Spider Under the Bed
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When I dream, it's vivid. As in my brain doesn't recognize that I'm dreaming and I respond, often physically, trying to run, etc. Now I remember only the second part of this exchange, as I was asleep at first, but I'm told it started a little something like this: Me: Watch out for the spider. Hubz: What spider? Me: The really big one under the bed. From here I remember: Hubz: Babe, babe, wake the fuck up! Me: What do you want? Hubz: What spider? Me: What? Spider? Hubz: You said there was a spider under the bed. Me: Oh. I think I was dreaming. Hubz: You think you were dreaming or you were dreaming?! Me: Well, it was wearing a helmet, so I’m pretty sure I was dreaming. Can you believe he got mad at me for that????