I’m lying on my back under a table with a fish tank full of water on it and I have to get a tarantula in it for some reason. The tarantula is on my right hand so I raise it to the tank so the tarantula can get in. It doesn’t want to though and starts biting my hand.

I’m not enjoying this so I do a throwing motion to launch the tarantula into the tank and it works. It lands in and is then calm and enjoying itself.

I then have to do the same with a female on my left hand. It looks nothing like the tarantula; it has long legs and a leaner, thinner body. Thankfully she isn’t as bite enthusiastic and a simple flick of my hand gets her in.

Then I fall asleep.

I wake up the next day and I go up to the counter (as I’m in a pet store) to buy a spool of fishing line from Sheldon Cooper (who owns the place). He tells me to be more careful next time I’m putting tarantulas in a tank as I almost broke stuff, to which I told him I would be.

As I was buying the fishing line, he tells me that it was very fragile and to be careful with it, to which I say I would.

Weird thing is that Sheldon says all this the way any average person would.

I tell him I’ll see him later, head off and wake up.

I still feel like I’m dreaming.