Tonight's dream took place in my uncle's old house. We were moving in. Inside it was a lot bigger than it really is. There were cabinets and fireplaces that aren't there. I was with a couple of other people, a woman, for one, that I really don't know. I think the other was a teenage boy. There was one room with a high ceiling with parquet work like you only see on floors. It had large windows around the perimeter. There were so many spiders there that they fell on to my face, and I was screaming, and the others helped me get them off. That place was hence referred to as The Spider Room and avoided. Then, I saw my cousin, looking very young and pink, so much so that I'd forgotten that he's been dead for nearly as long as he was alive. He didn't say anything and left when I remembered he was dead.
