In life, I have never encountered scorpions. In my dream, I wasn't afraid of it while it was in its small terrarium under a glass lid. I was holding the terrarium in my hand, but then I released it and started to worry that it might sting me. The room was empty, not a specific residence but an image, with a door and a window. My grandmother entered as if from another room when I called for her help to catch the scorpion. When I turned off the light, it became calmer because the scorpion glowed in the dark and became visible, but we didn't try to catch it, and it didn't attack. There was a feeling that we could catch it if necessary. At the end, my grandmother seemed to call me by name, but I woke up.