There’s a spider in the room with me. I was starting to write and she lowered herself down from the ceiling to directly in front of my face. I turned on the light and decided to grab the strand of web in order to take her out the back door but I was moving slow and stumbled against the door. I could see her crawling towards my hand and I panicked. She fell to the floor as I ran to the kitchen for a glass. When I came back she was gone. I looked around on the floor but she was not to be found. It struck me that the visit was a symbol of the experience. A fear in front of your face. I consider spiders to be a sign of luck an omen visitor but that does not mean that they don’t make my skin crawl. I rolled up my pajama bottoms and am sitting cross-legged on chair.