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I was in my house, only there was this old fashioned walk up attic in the house (which normally isn't there) and there were all these loud noises coming from the attic. Throughout the dream I was very childlike; I was wearing a nightgown I had as a little girl and I was coloring. At first my mother was there and she kept trying to get me to go up to the attic and I wouldn't go. And then my boyfriend was there and he took my hand and tried to again get me to go up to the attic and again I refused. Then later, I was sitting on the floor coloring in a coloring book and I heard the noises again. I looked up and my sister was standing in the corner silently and I said to her "I am not going into the attic"

In my dream, I was walking when I saw a big tarantula. I was not afraid of it and I only passed bi it without fear. Then I saw a long stair. It was a little old. As I was about climb the stairs, a little blue spider that was hanging on its web bit me in the leg. But I wasn't afraid when I got bitten and it didn't hurt in my dream. I also remember that I did made fun of being bitten in my dream. As I climb up the stairs, I saw my friends waiting for me. Then I told them that I was bit by a spider and I joked that I will become the spiderman. Then I climbed happily into the stairs.

I was sitting in a hospital office, unaware how I had gotten there, with my friend, Angela, beside me. On the opposite side of the desk sat a nurse who was handing us papers, and asking for our signatures. She was talking for what seemed like a very long time, but her exact words escape my memory. After signing the papers, I leaned over the desk to hand them back to the nurse, but I could not reach her. After struggling for a bit, I decided to walk around the desk, but when I tried to stand, I noticed the bottom half of my leg was completely swollen and red. I then realized Angela’s leg looked the same and that we were both in wheelchairs. The nurse came and took the papers from me and then wheeled Angela and I down a long, dark hallway that appeared to be never ending, until we turned into a different room; it was extremely cold and had two small hospital beds. Angela and I laid down, both tremendously nervous. Angela was crying, but not myself. We ended up having surgery; they amputated each of our right legs, from the knee down, and reattached them to each other. The last thing I remember before waking up is Angela and I thanking the doctors nonstop for the surgery.

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