"I hate spiders!"
And when I say so 'I always feel like the Grouchy. Do you remember the adorable to be blue in the village was the one who could say just how much he hated everyone and everything? In reality 'was a very easy-going.
Well ... not 'my case.
I just hate spiders and no chance 'of appeal.
I hate them 'cause they make me shudder even very small ones. The mere fact of moving to see how those eight hairy legs, to see them jump, stretch the web ... Oh God gives me 'the willies just thinking!
I feel the cold waves of nausea and I shake and at the same time I can not pull their eyes off her.
Anyway ... I made this long introduction to say that there are two nights in a row that they dream. They are big, ugly and hairy and always try to come to me on him.
I fear that because for me are the representation of what most 'disgusting that there is' the world, my unconscious forces me to see them, because 'wants to compare with what could be problems lurking, ready, in fact, to pounce.
But I say: "My unconscious: we want to give it some time? Would not it be better than waking up in the middle of the night for something that does not exist yet? See you!"
In the first dream of a few days ago, running away disgusted and horrified 'cause there were too many and too big.
While in the dream I had last night was Marco, my husband, myself and I came to help. Crushing them as nothing 'under his feet.
What a sigh of relief.
DEATH TO SPIDERS!
Faith
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