I am deep in a forest. Very deep. It's rather dark cos the growth in the low canopy above is so thick.
I am with a guide. She is a very competent explorer, kinda Crocodile-Hunter-esque, and is leading me somewhere, ever deeper into the forest.
I see a large fallen tree trunk, twisted and dead. I jump up onto it and am walking along it, looking down at it's form. The way it's grown in many twists and turns, more like many trees that've grown together and wrapped around each other to become one organism. I see cavities like little caves in the bark, some small, some large enough for me to go inside, if i wanted to, but i am aware that snakes might also enjoy such dark holes to rest in, and that i should be careful where i tread.
Now i see that some of these cavities have flames licking out of their entrances.
A thought (telepathic, from the guide?) tells me that these have been where snakes have sheltered, or made nests (do snakes make nests?).
I don't make a mental connection between the fire and the snakes, but it seems to make perfect sense to me at the time.
Jumping down again onto the ground, i follow the guide deeper into the forest.
We come to a particularly overgrown part, which then opens out into a clearing, where the trees have grown taller, and a little light gets thru to the ground. There is tangled grass covering the ground.
In front of us, is a huge glass wall. It is as tall as the trees, and thru it i see more tangled trees, very thick, so thick i can't see much further than a metre thru the glass.
A thought in my mind tells me, "This is where the spiders are. It would be dangerous to go inside."
I look at the glass wall, and see that the bottom of it doesn't actually extend down to the ground. The glass stops a small way above the ground, and i start to think about the possibility of spiders escaping their enclosure.
Then i look around, and see that in fact there are spiders everywhere, in the grass by my feet, and in the low hanging branches of the trees around me. I have a moment of concern, which quickly passes as i see that none of them are moving.
Upon closer inspection, i see that they are all in fact dead. Dried up husks of spiders, yellowed and transparent in the light. I stand on one to be sure, it crumbles in a flaky crispy pile on the ground.
I feel a little relieved, and glad i'm on the outside of the glass enclosure.
I wake.
