“Spidery webs,” she thought during one of her less painful nightly excursions. She had just bounced off the hood of a car which had alleviated the blow by opening up a little bit, for a hoody smile, so to speak, and it had also been one of those reverse-opening hoods that open near the windshield.
And she had landed in a dirty ditch with yellow clay at the bottom, yellow wet clay that immediately soaked her undies. As she realized, this was all she was wearing.
But how and where had the spidery webs come in?
She now felt them – in her mouth of all places.
She had to spit them out – and did – and woke.
What was the meaning of this? Should she venture out into the streets this morning or stay at home to be on the safe side? Maybe call Dr. Moran to find out…
– Niebla
Written for One Single Impression and “spider webs.”
Now, there’s a dream! Nice work. It has a surreal feel!
She should venture out. It’s just a “dream”, right?
“Nothing” to worry about. Such is the nature of dreams. Interesting take on the prompt.
vivid and otherworldly as dreams are. I enjoyed this!
This is very imaginative.
She should swallow and move on.