Maria D'Isidoro writes about a dream involving a dressmaker who works the loom with spider legs.
I dreamt of the dress shop the next night. It was night in the train car and lights burned low in the old fashioned sconces. I pulled the scarves apart, as I’d done a few days before, and stepped in. The incense was thicker; I would’ve chocked on it if it weren’t a dream. The shop keeper was there, too. I had been right to compare her to a spider before. From behind her, long, hairy spokes flexed in the air. They looked like giant tarantula legs. After a minute, I realized that they were sticking out of her back. Hide the deadly black tarantula.
She was seated at a loom in the corner. ... more
Maria D'Isidoro writes her very unusual and interesting blog "The Box" in Baltimore, Maryland.
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