I feel heavily prompted to post - that - following yesterday I feel a combination of weird and fierce, with an added impulse to deep clean things!
My dream was prosaic: I just can't seem to get my subconscious to envision something new; it's always a re-hash of old people/places /things albeit that this one was a teensy bit better.
I was reminded of Casteneda relating the story of his mentor shaman's sombrero that was too damaged to wear. There was no way he could work in the already unbearable heat without a sombrero: so that night he gathered his family and they all prayed for death. That to say; the reason it came to mind because I was wondering if I was not as similarly screwed and in great need of divine intervention!
Oh, and on to your story; you did say wolf-eating spiders didn't you?
Looking forward to later & great to be doing this at this astrological time!