I dreamed that I was looking out of my own eyes in an open space when I suddenly felt a stinging on my fingers.
I raised my hands to my face and saw many spiders crawling on their webs that interlaced between my fingers. I am sure the spiders have bitten me.
As I watch my hands they began to sprout to life as if I were turning into a tree. I watched fascinated.
Then I noticed my legs are itching. I look down at my jeans and start to scratch. It becomes so bad that I take my pants off and shake them. Every beetle you can imagine pours out.
I wake up