Spiders again

I had a dream last night. I dreamt that I saved a spider and decided to raise it as a pet. Within a week it had grown to the size of a small orange and its legs had become very hairy.

I kept it in the garage where it walked around and spun webs. One day I opened the garage door and the breeze was so strong that the spider was buffeted in the wind and blown directly into my mouth. It didn't go in. It was a bit too big for that. Instead, it sat between my lips like a cork.

I spat it out but knew that it was dead.