The most vivid, recurring dream I can recall (again, I rarely remember any of this), comes from extreme childhood; we're talking 10 years old. A figure bearing a striking resemblance to a creature from Where the Wild Things Are sits at a small campfire, surrounded by trees, seemingly alone. A solitary spider slowly cascades down from the frame and stops in the line of sight of our protagonist. His eyes become transfixed and begin to swirl, his jaw slacks in fearful awe. He remains as such for a few moments - I wake up in tremendous dread and a cold sweat.