My brain was quietly dreaming. I watched thousands of spiders crawl through black text, scurrying this way and that, in jerky motion. Acting lost, reacting in panicky little bursts which carried them to and fro, meeting each other and repelling. The surface was a steep vertical, almost two-dimensional. It was obviously the bank investigation thing.
If I had only filled my brain with something different and delicious before sleep. Instead, I was stuck with the spiders.