[Ray.]

I had a strange dream last night where I'd just arrived back home from escorting my mother to the hospital (she's since passed on IRL), and the sky was an uneasy-looking twilight.

I walked up the stairs to the flat when I suddenly realised that my mother was nowhere to be seen. It was then that I looked across the landing to see my neighbour run out of her flat and look over the railing before frantically running downstairs. I followed.

I went downstairs and around the back of the building to a grassy area where there was police tape cordoning off a patch of land with lots of overgrown weeds everywhere. Through the weeds I could discern an arm that was dressed in a red and black plaid shirt and that was holding a double barrelled shotgun in its hand.

This next part didn't happen in the dream as such, but more in that in-between state, but I imagined myself turning away from the sight and suddenly having a rather bulbous, mutated-looking tarantula leap up onto my face. Sort of like the facehuggers in Ridley Scott's Alien franchise. It was then that I woke up fully.

[Beso]

I love the word bulbous.

BULBOUS.

[Ammi]

…that sounds like a vivid dream…or is it a lucid dream…I very rarely dream/…or I should say that I very rarely recall my dreams but when I have had any vivid dreams in the past, they were pretty scary and hard to shake off because they felt so real…did Ripley come and kick ass with the spider…?..that’s her special skill set…