So I vaguely remember my dream last night. I only slept for about 4 hours, which is why it took a considerable amount of effort to remember I think.
I don't remember how it started, or even very much of it. I remember there were some coyotes in my backyard last night and that managed to slither into my dream.
My mom and I were looking out the sliding glass door to the house, trying to decide whether it was safe to let our puppy, Bentley, outside to go to the bathroom. It seemed all clear, but then again we've heard stories of coyotes popping out of no where and attacking. The only thing that seemed to be out of place were these areas of sticks and rocks that were pushed around to look like something had been lying in them. My mom was about to let Bentley outside, when I had figured out what they were and stopped her. They were the coyotes' nests, and that meant they were here to stay.
We had to do something.
My mom called some people who deal with coyotes, wolves, bears, and other predatory forest animals when they become a problem. The people seemed more like members of a motorcycle gang than hunters, and they ended up telling us that they were in one. A co-worker from my previous job was also there. She has always come off as an awesome, rocker chick, so I wasn't surprised and was actually happy to see her. She was always very cool and fun to talk to.
She asked me if I could get something from our basement. I don't remember what it was, but it was supposed to be something to help them. As I left I saw them shoveling up the nests and putting them in one big pile to burn. I guess that was the only way to show the coyotes that they shouldn't return.
I went down into the basement. It was very unpleasant, to say the least. The whole thing smelled of mold and there were cobwebs everywhere. I'm talking about Indiana Jones cobweb coverage. I retrieved whatever it was that they needed, but on the way out I fell, tearing down a large portion of the cobwebs as I did.
That's when I noticed they weren't cobwebs. They were spider webs, thick, fiber-like spider webs. The kind only communal spiders in the rain forest build. And the spiders were still in them.
The webs were all over my clothes and stuck in my hair and on my hands and face and feet and everywhere, and that's when the spiders started to emerge. It wasn't just one type either. There were small ones, big ones, and ones that I thought didn't even build webs, so why they were there was beyond me.
It was just very gross and very creepy and I just ran out of the basement screaming, praying that I wasn't being bitten over and over and that I wouldn't die.
When I got outside I saw the wild animal removal people goofing around. One was chasing after another with a hair shaver, and when he finally managed to put the second man in a headlock and shave the side of his head, he revealed a large tattoo. The tattoo entirely in red ink and was the outline of a 3D block "A" in a circle with a star for the hole in the "A." That's when the first man started to get angry. He was yelling about how that was the symbol of their rival gang.
The second man tried to explain that he got that when he was younger (not that he looked very old, maybe mid 20s) and that he had quit the gang because of some reason. The first man with the shaver just looked very angry though, and I don't believe he was listening.
Then I woke up.
And now I'm running late because I actually remembered my dream and needed to post about it. But that's alright. I haven't posted in a few days and I was starting to worry that I wouldn't be able to remember any of my dreams now that I started recording them.
This makes me feel better that it won't be an issue in the scale that I thought it would.
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