Advertisement Recently I've had dreams about tarantulas escaping. The first one, someone broke into my house and I found my P. vittata male hanging out by the bathroom light switch and I remember having a fight with my OBT later. The second recent dream some friends of mine wanted to "surprise" me and gave me the gift of a Poecilotheria communal. I flipped out. I flipped out even harder when my mom decided that "they're supposed to live free" and left the cage open. I was panicking and explaining how she shouldn't be acting so nonchalant with 6 pokies out and about in the, what I think was some beach condo. I think I also found my male P. vittata but he was hanging out on the couch. But the creme de la creme has to be this one, that I had probably a decade ago and it's going to be long so just be prepared. A large jet black spider (there might have been two spiders but I can't recall), of which might have been a tarantula, or maybe it was a true spider, or a dream mix of both, pushing 10+ feet DLS was chasing myself, and some dream people (no idea who they were). We made it to an apartment I used to live in and they were trying to bust the door down. Thankfully our two giant cobra friends were looking out for us and one held the spider(s) at bay, whilst the other broke through the balcony glass and lowered itself to the ground so we could use it as a slide. (The apartment was on the third story but there was 50+ feet worth of space from the balcony down to the little grassy area with a fountain beneath so it was a long and thick cobra for sure. Both were the same size. Both also always had their hoods extended.) So, we slide down the cobra and hop into a car and drive away. We feel safe and secure, certain that the cobras have dealt with the assailant. We turn onto a small highway, where a bus is also getting on via another entrance. As we're coming up to the front of the bus a peculiar feeling comes about. Like those times when you're on an empty road on a hot day and it feels like there's no sound at all. We start to dread keeping up with the bus and as we get to the front, in view of the driver our feelings of despair our answered, for the bus driver WAS THE SPIDER. And that's where the dream ended. If that's not the best idea for a 50s horror movie twist, I don't know what is.