oh... Hi there. You're still checking back in here. That's good to know! Thanks!
The other night I had the most vivid dream I have EVER had. I was laying in bed sleeping (in my dream) and as I rolled over I took my pillow with me. That's when I saw it scurry from it's now exposed spot on my bed back under the warmth of my pillow. A thick brown spider. I lept from my bed, only to be held back by the sea of blankets that entrapped me. When I was finally free and standing next to my bed I started the processes of ensuring my safety: shaking my hair out and stripping my clothes off. I grabbed a light and started scowering the blankets for where the furry creature had gone. I couldn't find it anywhere. Somewhere during my striptease and shaking out of my hair I became aware that Zeb was telling me "It's OK, you're OK. It's OK, you're OK." As I searched our bed, I couldn't find the spider anywhere and Zeb was asking me what I was looking for. I got back into bed, my heart beating out my chest and continued to itch all over for the next long while as I drifted back off into dreamland. I must have given Zeb a heart attack because I didn't fully wake up and realize my sleep "walking/stripping" and scouring of the sheets was all in a deep dream state until the next morning. My story of what happened and Zeb's version were quite different leading me to believe, there might not have actually been a spider in my bed.
But then again, I do have a tiny bug bite on the top of my left hand.... so really, who even knows?
I guess that black widow I found near our garage a few weeks ago had a greater effect on me than I originally understood.