I dreamed that someone sent me a gift, something very useful and powerful, strangely beautiful but also dangerous. It was in a small cheap jewellery box, plastic with a clear lid; inside were five tiny spiders and two minute scorpions, perhaps a centimetre long. They were very precious; I had to transfer them into other containers, and I opened the box and then somehow I was juggling lids and cases and people were talking to me and I couldn’t remember what I was trying to do, and two of the delicate-legged spiders got crushed and the scorpions went I don’t know where and I knew I could look forward to getting stung.
And I woke knowing exactly who and what the dream was about.
