I'm in a house that I remember from another dream I had a while back, but apparently never posted on here. The house is a two story, but it's laid out so that it is very difficult to get from the upper portion to the lower portion. There is a staircase going to the upstairs from the outside of the house, so as a result, I spend most of my time upstairs and use the downstairs mostly for storage.

I'm downstairs for some reason cleaning, and I notice that I have a nest of spiders living in the house right in front of the front door. I guess there were about ten of them, all very furry and ranging in size from two inches in diameter to a couple large ones fully a foot across with legs about an inch thick.

I look around for something I can use to kill them, but all I can find is a can of something. I coax a couple of the smaller ones out and squash them with the can, but then they all come for me. This starts up a nice long period of the always pleasant trying to scream but not being able to. I'm frozen at this point, but the spiders aren't really biting, just crawling across my bare feet.

The big ones are very furry, and almost feel like dogs when they brush up against me. I wake up eventually.