It was early in the morning, much like any other weekday. I was snug in my bed, warm and cozy. My husband and dog asleep beside me. The room peaceful and quiet with only their soft snores, a comforting presence in the waking day.
But then I woke with a start. A waking dream that certainly got my attention — there in my dream was a big spider. Surprisingly, it didn’t scare the bejesus out of me.
I used to be afraid of lots of things. Roller coasters — even little ones in the kiddie area of the fair. Ferris wheels — don’t rock the bucket unless you want me to climb on top of you. The boogey man under the bed — yes, even as an adult, I would rush out of bed honestly fearful of someone under it.
At least I’m not alone with my biggest fear — spiders. They scare the crap out of me. Even a photo of them will send chills down my spine and make me shiver. (I guarantee I won’t put a photo of one here!)
Arachnophobia – The fear of spiders affects women four times more than men (48% women and 12% men) and is the #1 phobia on the top 100 list.
I would have thought the fear of death (#12) or public speaking (#13) would have beat out spiders but apparently not. Even my fear of clowns is #88 on the list. They simply freak me out. Reading Stephen King’s book IT definitely sealed the deal on my dislike of them. Not a fan of the Jack-in-the-Box clown either — supposedly so friendly and inviting — NOT!
But, back to my waking dream — in it I saw a woman’s hand holding a small twig and upon the twig (did I say “small”) was the biggest spider I’ve ever laid eyes on. Bigger than a tarantula, but lighter in weight. Not as hairy either. Much more delicate with long, spindly legs.
Evidently, it wasn’t my hand, or in my dreams I am much braver than when I’m awake.
I wasn’t close enough, it seems, to fear it, standing a distance from whoever was holding it. The long skinny legs resting lightly upon her hand seemed innocent enough. That is, until I heard a voice suggest she put it down since this particular spider was one of the most poisonous spiders in Australia.
And, Boom, I was awake. Wide awake. The dream vivid and clear.
I described it to my hubby, wondering what it meant, asking if he had any suggestions on its meaning. I believe dreams have guidance for us, if we but remember them, and learn how to decipher the message.
He said, after some thought, that it made him think of credit card debt … the most poisonous thing in our wallets. He’s heard me say something to this effect over the years as I have counseled clients to release their dependence on it.
Something that he and I had to learn to do as well.
And, by jove, I think he hit on it. The idea resonated to my core and I knew my waking dream was guidance on this area of my work. I was meant to, once again, be an activist, a strong voice, speaking out in a world tied deeply to the use of credit.
The harmless looking, thin plastic card, oh so innocent in appearance was much like the toxic, poisonous spider sitting angelically upon her hand. That is until it bites the hand upon which it sits.
Credit is very much the same. We have come to believe it is harmless, a safe way to buy and have that which we want. We are encouraged in oh so many ways to use it to the fullest.
We have come to rely upon it as if it is our friend.
All seems well, until, that is, it bites.