fubar with postwar miracles

I dreamt last night that there was a spider the size of an inflated balloon in my living room. It crawled around being creepifying for a while, and then squatted in front of the teevee and piddled on the carpet. The realization that I was going to have to clean up giant spider piddle woke me up. Couldn't go back to sleep because I kept feeling like things were crawling on me.

I guess I know what we're talking about in counseling next week. O.o;;