Spider, Son and Tennants

I was checking on my house, which I had apparently rented out to some old classmates from elementary school. I hadn’t seen them in years, but they were all grown up.

I was talking and catching up with them and everyone started to dare each other to do things. Someone pointed at this small spider and dared people to touch it.

One person touched it quickly, but as I looked closely at it, it appeared to have some markings that made me think it was poisonous.

I said that I wouldn’t touch it and walked across the room. When I turned back around, I saw my son walking across the room to me with the spider suspended between two thick threads.

He is only a toddler, so I told him to drop it, which he did. By this point, the spider had become a much larger tarantula.

I walked up to the spider and it jumped onto my leg, and all the fur on it’s body stuck to the fabric of my pants like Velcro. I pulled the fabric away from my leg and tried to get the spider off, but it was stuck.

At this point, I woke up.