My Poor Brain is Going to Pop

I had 1 of my worst reoccurring dreams again last night. It starts out really nice. Were looking around for a house and we come along this beautiful, huge, old farm house. The house is a bit run down, but its nothing a little fresh paint and curtains cant fix. As were going through the house, looking out the windows we realize that the house is no longer on a farm. Rather the farm land has been sold and a housing development is being built around it. The house is still on its own acre of land and the new houses look like theyre very nice as they go up. The houses are being built right before our eyes in mere minutes. We continue up the stairs finding all kinds of interesting little specialty rooms on each floor. I cant describe what was done in these various rooms because there wasnt anything specific about any of them. Only that this room is set up perfectly to do "that" and that room is set up perfectly to do "this".

Eventually we reach the final floor. At this point were certain this is the house for us. It has everything we want and more. Theres nothing that this last floor could do to persuade us otherwise. At first glance it looks like a normal attic. Unfinished ceilings, wood planks for the floor and cobwebs everywhere. The age of the house shines through as the roof has some holes in it and the wall at the end of the house is almost completely gone. On the other side theres a door. We open the door and theres nothing but darkness.

We walk through the door and rather than entering a new room we are taken into the same room through the same door. Only the ceilings are finished and the floors are cherry hard wood. The cobwebs are all gone and have been replaced with the most brilliantly painted walls. Instead of holes in the roof there are skylights and instead of a hole in the wall theres a bay window. In the center of the room theres a giant canopy bed. We look back through the door and find nothing but darkness. We walk to the center of the room and climb into the bed. As we lay there we talk about how perfect this house turned out. How lucky we are to have found it. How we want to spend the rest of our lives here.

At this point I sit up and walk over to the bay window. I look out and theres nothing to see. Not that there is barren wasteland, there was just white. White in every direction. I stare at the whiteness intently and slowly it becomes greyer and greyer, certainly destined to turn black. As it changes the window disappears and the walls and floor and ceiling all fade back to their rundown state. As this is happening I turn around to see that the bed has become torn and tattered as if it had been sitting in the attic for 100 years. Standing on the bed is a giant spider. Its about 10 feet tall and starts walking toward me. With nowhere to go I decide that the best thing to do would be to jump into the grayness.

I wake up on the front yard of the house. Every kind of first responder is there and the paramedics are looking me over despite the fact that there is nothing wrong with me. The fire fighters have the fire under control but the house cant be salvaged. It will have to be demolished. Apparently my companion saw the spider first and knew that Id get out so they set the house on fire and escaped down the stairs. No one knows where my companion went but it is certain that they escaped. Later, when the fire was clear they investigated my story about the spider and found no evidence of its existence.