I dreamt that I went back to Germany for some time, which turned out to be only a day. I came back and one of the first things I did was call Bubbe and Zayde, my grandparents. I was looking up at the huge Ramada at which they usually stayed or at which I wanted them to stay. I was also going around Market Meadows (a strip mall near my house) while I talked to them on a cell phone. They said they had arranged for me to stay with the woman next door, who had this rundown dark brown single story shack. I didn't want to stay there because there was no chance that someone else I knew would be living there. Then I was watching the Simpsons, or better, it was the Simpsons. Homer had a spider on his face, a little flat black spider, and he couldn't get it off. He had Marge use a shotgun, but that only succeeded in blowing off his jaw, leaving a sensitive purplish patch of skin where the roof of his mouth would have been. When he looked in the broken (via the shotgun) mirror and saw that the spider was still there, he gave in. He was still terrified. I woke up then before my alarm clock because my chin was bleeding. Damn acne...wonder if it could have any connection with my dream.