reaching into cobwebs can be creepy

I dreamt I was cleaning out two old houses where I once lived.  In real life, I did not live in either of the two houses, but that’s how it goes in the dream world. The primary image of this dream is finding a wall with pushpins of special jewelry, a silver cross, a couple of turquoise pendant necklaces hanging down.  I reach for the cross, under thick blobs of stingy cobwebs, and they get onto my face.  “EWWW!”  I woke with a gasp, feeling gross and icky. Continue reading “webs and faith” »