RacyBiscuit

Dream One Non-Lucid

I was riding a bike with an African-American I had never saw before. We had no place to go; we were just riding for fun. He seemed to be instructing me on how to ride though. I would mimic his every move. He would jump over the cracks in the sidewalk, and I would too. He would petal faster, I would as well. I can't remember where we stopped at, but I remember turning around at one point. We headed back to his house. We eventually got there. The house was surrounded by a metal fence, so we propped out bikes on it. The house was 3 stories tall, and it was all metal. It was rusted a little bit, so it looked like a terrible house from the outside, but on the inside, it was awesome. It had wooden floors and wooden walls (Yeah, I said wooden not metal). It also had wooden stairs with a rail on the side to help you get up. We headed into the second story; he wanted to show me something. When we go there, I saw a car with tarp over it. The African-American man pulled the tarp off, and revealed a shiny red 1966 Ford Mustang. Even though he didn't say it, I could tell that he build it himself. We sat there for a little bit, admiring his work. I did leave and go to the third story, leaving him to his car. On the third story, I had a camera in my hand and I was doing a vlog of some sorts. I was looking through the output on the camera, telling information about the house. I was passing over a part of the wall, when I saw a spider. At first, I glanced over it, and laughed while saying "Wow, look at that spider,"
But when I was heading back down stairs, I saw the same spider and it looked freakishly large. I would say it was the size of my face. I would put my hand out in front of it, and it would try to reach to it while on it's web, but it failed. I then headed back stairs and had a false awakening. I was in my room, with my headphones on, listening to a live DJ. I felt something squishy under my leg, and stood up to see it. It was a spider. I freaked out (I am largely arachnophobic). I didn't want to touch it to get it off of my bed, so I just stood there with my headphones still on. "Look, I am sorry if you don't like-" I can't remember what the DJ said the song was, "but I love it and so I am going to play it,"

I then woke up.