Dude, sounds like the great mother spider responsible for weaving the cosmos.I sometimes have dreams that answer some question that has been plaguing me. The latest was related to enclosure temperatures in a vivarium. They were consistently below 70F despite the temperature in the room being regulated at 78F. In the dream I stuck an old mercury thermometer in the pond, waited a few & it read 19C. I suddenly awoke & addled with sleep couldn't make the conversion so asked, "Alexa, what's nineteen Celsius in fahrenheit?" after a pause she returned, "Nineteen Celsius is sixty-six degrees fahrenheit."
Turns out the temperature probe in the room was about four feet off the floor & down where the reservoir was located was quite a bit cooler. Mystery solved.
Sometimes my dreams are a bit...stranger & quite vivid.
In the most recent I found myself in a silk-lined tunnel studded with phosphorescent fungus that oozed a gentle cyan light adequate to make out my immediate surroundings. Of course, this is a dream so rather than scrambling back the other direction as any sensible person would do I crept forward. After some distance & a rather circuitous route the tunnel ended in an oval of darkness beyond which I could see a cluster of the helpful fungus on a tree.
Good sense conspicuously absent I stepped through the opening to a chorus of scurrying & scraping sounds from all sides. Foolishly fearless I continued to walk towards the tree with its meager pool of light, but the ground was curiously ungiving. My eyes adjusting somewhat from the comparative brightness of the tunnel I was relieved that I could make out dots of light at the periphery of my vision, as my eyes fully acclimated to the dark I looked up & stopped dead in my tracks. The sky was filled with cyan stars. Hurriedly looking back down I ran to the tree now a short distance away, sending rocks skipping & renewing the sussurus of movement somewhere in the dark. It was no tree, but an enormous column of slick stone & the realization fully hit me that I was not in a forest but in an impossibly large cavern, its floor studded with stalagmites.
One hand on the stone in front of me I made my way around the side until I was directly below the fungal bloom. Ahead there was another bloom on the left, farther away one to the right & so on into the distance. A path? Playing the part of Parsival I made my way from one to another, willfully oblivious to whatever danger may lurk in the dark. After traveling some distance the stone forest thinned & I no longer paid any attention to the way points, setting my course towards a cyan dawn on the horizon.
The light was coming from an enormous stalagmite in the form of a conical pyramid, curtains of web incorporating the phosphorescent fungus stretched hither & yon & a web tube led to the base of the pyramid. Great spiders were everywhere busy, but paid no attention to me. Inside the stalagmite it had a human touch & a was carved in the baroque style with, of course, a spider motif. Passing through a collonade I entered upon a chamber whose ceiling & edges were lost in darkness but in whose floor was incised an orb weaver web lit from below with the now familiar blue-green glow.
Into the spider's web I went until I stood in the center at which point from all four quarters there appeared four great tarantulas. Turning their spinnerets towards me they circled around in unison weaving a web tube around me, then all four advanced to the edges of the incised web & assumed a defensive posture & began stridulating. Only able to see very faintly through the web tube rising around me my eyes were directed up where I could see the tips of their legs in defensive posture & out of the murk in the ceiling descended the pallid face of a woman, quickly followed by her torso. She hung there a moment & I thought her abs looked strange until I realized they were coxae, & as she continued her descent eight legs & an obsidian opisthoma emerged suspended on a single thread of silk. In a flash she descended upon me & there I awoke.
Told you it was weird.
That's a very similar narrative to mine, I just can't do enough. It's frustrating but strangely rewarding for the ones I do save. It's a calling I have.
If I've entered your dreams it's time to seek professional help.
WOW! That's an intense visual
So basically Arachne, via through molting.
