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I had a dream last night... though to me it was more like a nightmare.

I was working in the yard with my dad, doing some basic gardening stuff and cleaning up; you probably know the drill.

Well, we got to a point where, I guess, the previous owners had left some beer cans to be buried in the dirt. Even outside of my dreams, the previous owners of our house tended to do stuff like this all over the place, so it didn't seem that surprising. Anyway, the logical thing to do was to pull them outta the ground and throw them into recycling.

Not a very good idea for me. When I pulled away one of the cans, there was a very large spider hiding beneath it and attacked to part of the can via web.

I get scared by insects as a whole, so it was little surprise I freaked a bit and tried to get it off by throwing it into a wall. Didn't work. Instead, it decided to use the wall to get to me, and bite me in the foot.

I woke up screaming. Literally. Over the course of about ten minutes, I kept trying to convince myself that I wasn't just bitten by something possibly poisonous, since I know what a "No-cebo Effect" is and really don't want to experience it, and to get myself out of my panicked state.

A few minutes ago, I finally calmed mostly down. Stuff like this I guess I wouldn't write down normally, but I think doing so kinda helps me get it off my chest or something like that. Regardless of why the hell I am writing it down, it makes me feel at least a little bit better.

I can legitimately say I'm arachnophobic now, if that's any kind of consolation prize... I doubt it is...