Attack of the furry, purple, lop eared taratula

Now how's that for a title?

In case you're wondering (and I certainly hope you are), this is about another dream I had last night.

"Another dream?" you sigh. Yes another dream. I'm quite curious about lucid dreaming you see. I've only had a handful of lucid dreams in my life, and they've always been after concentrating on the subject. So with that mind I've decided to give it another go.

One of the pieces of advice that's commonly given regarding lucid dreaming is to keep a dream diary. In the past I've had no more success keeping a dream diary than I have keeping an ordinary diary. However, since I've been a little more regimented with keeping things up to date here, I thought I may as well, on occassion at least (I wouldn't want to bore you after all), use my blog to keep track of my dreams (Hmm, this would be a good time to sort out the categories system wouldn't it?). Please note that I reserve the right to edit heavily as the need arises (which it doesn't really, but hopefully by reserving the right you'll be led to believe that my dreams are in fact vastly more exciting that what I've actually related).

So without further ado, let's have a look at last nights effort. At the title suggests, it did indeed involve involve the attack of a furry, purple, lop eared tarantula. However, the attack in question was a heart attack.

The poor little beastie was being taken for a walk by it's owner you see, over a bridge only a short way away from where I'm currently writing this. In a slightly unusual turn for one of my dreams, the bridge was surprisingly acurately recreated (normally places in my dreams are greatly exaggerated, often bearing little resemblance to real life). Half way across the bridge, the spider (tarantula-like, about the size of a large fist), started convulsing before flipping over onto it's back, it's eightly little legs twitching in the air. It's owner began to panic and called for help, at which point a heroic passerby leapt to the rescue and started to adminster CPR - successfully I should add. Moments later, the spider flipped back onto it's feet, beaming widely in way that no spider should really be able to smile. It's owner then leashed it with some of it's own silk and they both scuttled merrily off into the distance (or at least into the park at the end of the bridge, which is really a road in real life).

The only real point of note in the dream is the construction of the spider. The purple fur I can just about grasp at a stretch, since it's not uncommon for cartoon spiders to be represented in a variety of colours, and similarly it's not much of reach to assume that I've witnessed soft toys of spiders in the past again in a likely multitude of colours (although not recently mind you, so where I was dredging this up from I've no idea). Anyway, the one thing I really can't identify is where the lop ears came from. And yes I am talking about fully fledged rabbit style lop.

Was it random neurons firing? A message from my subconsious (beware the spider with the lop ears? Not exactly up there with "Beware the ides of March" is it?), or was it simply something that will one day be used in my defense whilst pleading insanity in a court of law?

Or all of the above?