Fucked up dreams

So, the other day someone was saying how they were afraid of spiders. Spiders freak me out, but it's not really a phobia, and I don't care about large spiders, i.e. tarantulas. So, I start looking up pictures on tarantulas out of curiosity. They're really beautiful, but anyway. After finishing The Crow, and after looking at all those pictures, I've been having some fucked up dreams. Somehow, Harry Potter got in them too, and my british friend Owen. Don't ask me, I'm fucking crazy. Anyway, the spider could talk, and he was a really cool guy. And we became really good friends. Apparently, it was his job to take care of his "hive" and failed, so every other member of his family died. Anyway, he was really cool. Then, I woke up to go to the bathroom, went back to bed, and dreamt that I was back before I met my spider, but I remembered him, so I was looking for him. Apparently, this time, he didn't fail in protecting his hive and became a really successful spider, but I still spent a lot of time looking for him. Along with many other random adventures that are too intricate and long to go into here. Man, what the shit did I eat before bed? o_O