Before falling asleep, I saw a woman’s lips, somewhat open, with a tarantula crawling out. I’m at a darkened nightclub(?), sitting at a rectangular table on the upper level. I’m facing the lower level. A lady is sitting at the end, to my right. Kitty-corner across me to my right, and to this lady’s right, is Kanye. Another lady is across me, and to Kanye’s right. I tell the lady to my right, to tell Kanye, since he knows the Kardashians. I am in a futuristic lab, where a man makes some sort of flat electronic device (see picture). When … Continue reading Futuristic