I keep having the strangest, creepiest dreams. Like earlier this week, I had one of those classic dreams of being chased by some creepy guy. But I was running down a mountain of refuse, or dung or something like that.
And then tonight I had a dream that, I was on the beach with a bunch of my friends from Guam, and these giant crabs with arms like, three feet long started coming after me. They'd claw at me, and get stuck to my clothes so I'd have to pull them off and throw them back into the water. But then they's come back. Live crabs are one of the few things that seriously creep me out. Ngaah. So then, I decide I've had enough of the beach, and I walk into the house. In my dream I know it's my grandparents house, even though it looks nothing like thier house, and they weren't there. I look in the fridge for something to eat, but it's all full of canned dog food and dog treats. They don't have a dog. So I walk out of the kitchen, and there's a built-in knick-nac cupboard, with little glass doors, that they've filled with glass cases of candy. Crappy candy, the kind that I'm pretty sure no one actually eats. But I see something moving inside one of the glass cases, with chocolate-covered peanuts in it. I look closer, only to realize that there are no more peanuts, and the entire case is full of giant grubs the size of my finger. ewwww. But grubs don't bother me that much, so I decide to clean them out of there for my grandparents. I go around the corner to the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies, when I see something else moving in the case from the other side. I look closer, but don't see anything. I tap on the glass. Only to have the entire inside of the case erupt in giant cockroaches. I scream, realize that the grubs are the young roaches, am totally disgusted and decide that I will Never open that case to clean it. Or for any other reason. I'm walking away when I start to think that, the roaches had to have gotten in there from outside. How many other roaches are crawling around in the house? Where I've been sleeping . . . Then I started to feel things crawling around in my hair.

Then I woke up. I have no idea what the persistent subconcious fascination with multilegged creepy-crawlies is. But I wish it would go away.