09.15.09 - 12:50 pm

just brief moments of memory are all i have left of last nights dream. the plot involved ashton and i traveling through space, visiting a far away planet on a vacation. naturally.

the resort we stayed in was made almost completely of glass. spectacular angles and beautiful architecture unlike anything possible here. the entire length of our room extended far beyond the vertical granite cliffs the structure was attached to. glass walls. glass ceiling. hundreds of feet below the crystal clear floor a vast expanse of brilliant green grass. soft rolling slopes rippled the landscape into an endless green ocean, its leafy waves contained only by the distant skyline of rock cliffs in every direction. a deep blue sky spilled onto crisp white pockets of clouds above.

and then i remember

walking up a steep grassy slope. no weeds. no other plant life. just endless, uniform length grass in all directions. narrow grey stones protruded outward from the slope, as high as my knees and pointed at an opposite angle from the hill. ashton and i were headed to some caverns, a popular tourist area. we passed a lone dead and gnarled tree, twisting around itself.

inside a dimly lit cave, on our way out. small lights illuminated the holes and crevaces cracked into the walls. there were lots of people around us, looking at the walls of the caverns, conversing quietly or walking with us on their way out. we all wore matching single piece white suits. perfectly shaped to our bodies, with a pair of thick and thin blue lines extending across the chest and down the torso, rippled and padded fabric constructed the arms and legs of our outfits. we all wore white shoes. like white keds.

i stopped ashton just before the blinding light of the cave exit. off in a dark recess was a small hole with some thick, banded legs barely visible inside. like softly felted pencils. i pulled ashton aside and showed him the creature everyone else was passing. his curiousity encouraged him to poke a stick inside the hole to see what would come out. the legs carefully shifted, too big for the size of the hole they were in. the creature abruptly rotated its position and eight large glossy eyes peered from inside the rocky hole. both of us stood back slightly, frightened by the immense size of the spider and the featureless gaze of its black eyes. it began to squeeze out of the hole.

the spider was about two feet long. its legs extended almost four feet across. covered in a black silky felt of hair, with large bristles thorning up and down its thick rod-like legs. it moved fast and only after me. It chased me down the grassy slopes and effortless over the rocks that dotted the hillside. i found myself hiding behind the lonely dead tree, sitting amongst its lumpy, coiled roots.

ashton was a spider. a writhing spider that refused to remain still. i held his abdomen, about the size and shape of a small football in one hand, trying to keep him from coiling around my grasp and biting my fingers. two sharp sickle fangs flashed in and out of view. his abdomen was black with a red rorschach pattern. he squirmed endlessly. desperate to escape. willing to bite me to do so. i held him as carefully as i could, trying not to injure him all while the large black spider continued to stalk me at a sprint.

ashton bit me. his two fangs found the wrinkles on top of my thumb and sank deep within my skin. it was very painful. a persistent pain. i was angry but also knew he didnt mean it. he was still ashton. somehow.

and then i woke up, the folds of skin on top of my thumb painful to the touch. remnants of the glass shard that inserted itself there the day before.