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I had a dream that I was walking up a street in Halifax with a couple of friends. It was after midnight and we were on our way to some downtown bar to catch a live band.
I happened to walk past where my car was parked. A cop was standing there. It looked like she was getting ready to write out a ticket.
I went right up to her and said, "Hey, what's going on?"
The cop pointed at my car. "I'm writing you a ticket. You're blocking the driveway," she said. "You're lucky I don't have it towed."
I bent over sideways and checked out the back bumper of my car. My bumper was sticking out maybe a half-inch past where the curb sloped down. The driveway in question was very wide. My car certainly wasn't blocking anything.
I stood up and stared straight at the cop until she looked up from her notepad. Then I slowly opened my mouth.
A bunch of spiders came rushing out of my mouth. Lots of spiders. Dozens and dozens of spiders.
Black ones, brown ones, big ones, little ones, with furry little bodies and wriggly legs. Hundreds of spiders. They poured out of my mouth and fell down onto the ground, landing in a big squirmy pool at my feet before scurrying off in all directions across the sidewalk.
A few of the spiders ran straight for the cop and climbed up onto her shoes. She exclaimed in disgust and tried to shake them off her feet and brush them off with her notepad. She backed away into the street and started freaking out a little bit.
My friends and I thought all of this was really funny. The cop, not so much.