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I had this wild dream last night, and I woke up in the middle of the night determined to remember it. So, in the dream, there was this big spider—not quite as big as a tarantula, but close. It was black and orange with little white lines on the orange part, and it was crawlin’ around in my bed. My childhood dog was there too—she passed away a while back—and I was freakin’ out about the spider.

“I kept yellin’ at the dog to get the spider, but she wouldn’t do anything. Then, I looked over, and the spider threw up a little. For some reason, I felt bad for it after that. That’s when I woke up. I’m sure this dream means somethin’, ’cause I never wake up twice in a night and still remember my dreams like this.”

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