It's inevitable that I dream of spiders. I've usually forgotten this when it happens. The dreams are always different, except that there are always spiders above me, descending on almost invisible threads, weaving webs across my path. They are the worst kind of spiders, as far as I'm concerned: long shiny legs and furtive, silent movements.
I've always been frightened of spiders. I think in these dreams they represent fear itself. I often joke that I'm frightened of just about everything. The spiders silently set their traps around me, and I don't dare move, except in the most careful way. And yet if I stay still for too long, one will drop down on me from above anyway. I rarely reach a resolution in these dreams - just become more and more paralysed with fear, or work myself into an even worse position, before I ultimately wake.
Then I have to turn the light on to satisfy myself that there are no spiders in the room, and hide deep beneath the quilt before I can sleep again.