it's up to me

I’m visting laura, going through all her nearly-empty giant-sized jars of peanut butter, looking for something to eat—a gaggle of friends comes over with party fun favors, some kind of pirate dressup play-set or like that—and then they’re climbing the walls with magnetic clamps they’ve brought along—in the process they disturb an enormous spider which spins on a thread down into the center of the room, and I scoot away and cry out for the boy to get it—I can see, however, that he’s not going to be fast enough and it’s going to be up to me, and the dream ends with me looking around for a big enough container to trap it.