monsters in the dark

last night there was a spider in my bed. he was one of those big ones with long fat meaty legs with a yellow semi-transparent tinge. at least the size of my hand. he was crawling slowly and intentionally toward me. i knew he would jump on me, he was ready to attack. his front two legs reached out, probing ahead, his back legs moved erratically in that strange unnatural way that spiders move. i yelled and sat up, moving away from the attacking spider, to the other side of the bed. i waved my arms in front of me, then pounded at the bed hoping to kill him or brush him away before he got to me. then i opened my eyes. there was nothing there. except the very sleepy and confused husband i was now sitting on, rubbing my back and telling me "it's ok, there's nothing there".