I had a pretty strange dream the other day. I was planning a trip to see my family and the night before I went over that way in a dream. But before I got to my mothers house, somehow, my brother got into the car and rerouted my journey down the street. We didnt go to moms house, but instead went down the street to a liquor store. This liquor store is a place Id been to before and wrote about it in my last journal where it appeared as a club. Id been there many times in my dreams but for some reason this time it was a liquor store once again (its a liquor store when Im awake, but its usually a club when I dream). So we went into the old somewhat run down dirty shop and greeted the man behind the counter. The fat old latino smiled and said "Ah, hello my friend, this way" It seemed that hed been expecting me. He lead us into the back storeroom. "Over here my friend" he said. It was a dirty, poorly kept room with lots of boxes and junk. There were strange unidentifiable bits of rubbish in piles here. "In there my friend" He gestured towards a bit of the wall that was ripped open. You couldnt really tell if there was some sort of accident, or if they were renovating. But it looked like somebody took a hammer to part of the wall and floor and knocked it in and pulled out all the wood and brick. There was debris scattered about near the hole. There was also some caution tape here and there. Beyond all the broken drywall and insulation was a little tunnel at the level of the floor. It was just large enough for a person to crawl into. It seemed part rock, part something organic. It seemed a little phallic. I took one look at the tunnel and somehow knew immediately what it was. It was a portal, like in the movie Being John Malkovich. I dont know how I knew this, but in the dream it was clear to me immediately. "In you go my friend" said the shopkeeper. My brother stood by shuffling his feet waiting for me to do something. I smiled and without hesitation, got down on my hands and knees, and crawled into the tunnel. Just past the wall , the surface was smooth and a little soft. It began a slow downward slope. I crawled forward and it turned into a sort of water slide. I got down on my chest and let gravity do the work for me. I slid my way down "Weeeeeeeeeee!" I had no idea what was on the other end , but I felt no fear. When I got to the end of the chute, I found myself at an art opening. I was in a gallery, and it was having a reception party for a new show. There were many lovely paintings and sculptures on display. There were strange and thought provoking items for people to ponder and enjoy. I wasnt really very interested in the people or the art. What did interest me was the fact that I had somehow gained the powers of spiderman. When I took a close look at my hands and fingers, I found that like spiderman, I had thousands of tiny little subcutaneous hooks in my skin. I jumped up on the wall to test my new found powers. I climbed up on the wall and then onto the ceiling with ease. It was really fun. I had never considered how much fun this could be. After climbing around on the ceiling for a while people started to take more notice of me. I guess they had never seen anybody do that before. They seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. Eventually I realized that I too was on display. I was part of the art show as a work for people to enjoy. I didnt really give this much thought as I was having so much fun crawling around on the ceiling. Eventually I found myself standing upside down with my feet on the ceiling. I was talking with the visitors to the show and just conversing as if it were nothing strange. It all felt strangely normal to see the world upside down. The people in the gallery enjoyed the show, but seemed a little unimpressed with my super spiderman powers. This didnt really occur to me at the time as I was having a lot of fun, but in retrospect, if this happened in the waking world, it would be a really big deal.
I cant really fathom where this dream came from except that I do have a fear of spiders. Perhaps gaining the power of spiders was my way of trying to overcome the fear. I had also watched a little bit of the movie Being John Malkovich a month ago when it was on cable. That being said, it was still pretty odd...but lots of fun.