So, I had this dream, right? Woke up this morning just feeling… off. And it was all because of these tiny, annoying spider bites I dreamt about. Not like, giant tarantulas or anything scary, just these little pinprick bites all over my arms. It was so vivid, I actually checked my arms when I woke up. Nothing there, of course. But the feeling lingered.
It got me thinking. I’m not usually one to put much stock in dreams meaning specific things, you know? Like, eat a weird pizza, have weird dreams. Simple. But this one felt different, more like a persistent nudge about something.
What It Felt Like
The main thing wasn’t fear, it was this sense of irritation. Like something I couldn’t quite get rid of, or couldn’t stop from happening. Little things, just constantly there. It reminded me of this one time, years ago, when I was working on a project, a real passion project of mine, building this custom bookshelf. I was so into it, planning every detail.
And then my neighbor, bless his heart, decided to start learning the bagpipes. Now, I’ve got nothing against bagpipes, in theory. But at 7 AM on a Saturday, when you’re trying to measure wood precisely? It was like a constant, buzzing, invisible force field of distraction. Each note felt like one of those tiny spider bites from my dream. Not painful enough to make me stop, but annoying enough to make everything ten times harder. I couldn’t just tell him to stop, right? It’s his house, his hobby.
I remember trying everything. Noise-canceling headphones (they barely made a dent). Working at different times (he was surprisingly consistent). It just became this background hum of frustration. Eventually, I think he just kind of… gave up on the bagpipes. Or maybe he got good enough that it blended into the background. I don’t know. But for weeks, it was just this thing I had to push through.
Connecting it Back
So, these dream spider bites. I started thinking, what are the “bagpipes” in my life right now? What are those small, persistent things that are just… there, bugging me under the surface? Maybe it’s not one big thing. Maybe it’s a bunch of little things. You know, emails I haven’t answered, that little squeak in the floorboard I keep meaning to fix, that nagging feeling I forgot someone’s birthday.
It’s funny how your brain takes these little anxieties and turns them into something like spider bites in a dream. It’s not a giant monster chasing me, because these aren’t giant problems. They’re just… little irritations. The dream didn’t offer any solutions, mind you. Just presented the bites. So, I guess the “practice” today is just noticing them. Acknowledging those little “bites” in my waking life. Maybe if I pay attention to the small stuff, the dream spiders will leave me alone tonight. Or maybe I just need to avoid cheese before bed. Who knows?
