For [i]some[/i] ungodly reason I dreamed that I was living a solitary, hermit existence in a post-apocalyptic world that had been more or less entirely flooded by at least 15 feet of murky, swampy water. It was hot, there were insects everywhere and everything was rotting. I adopted two spiders, a giant orb weaver and a smaller, venomous spider. I don't remember why. I didn't have a cage for them so they just lived in my living space, which I think was in the top floor of a partially submerged house. 

The venomous spider eventually bit me in my ear. It hurt and I died. 

Dreams are, indeed, fucked up.