The other night a nightmare clung to me.
I dreamed of following an old woman down an immense pathway covered in thousands of doors. Each door we passed I would look at lovingly, even when each door slowly turned into a spider's web. As soon as it turned into a web the woman would reach into one of the strands and pluck out some flowers, handing them to me, while exclaiming "how delicious!" I would take them, smiling, but suddenly become revolted by the smell, drop them in a panic as horrid thoughts raced through my mind, clouding reason. When they hit the floor I would suddenly smile stupidly, and reach out for another bouquet that she had waiting for me at the next door web.
I'm glad I awoke!
I dreamed of following an old woman down an immense pathway covered in thousands of doors. Each door we passed I would look at lovingly, even when each door slowly turned into a spider's web. As soon as it turned into a web the woman would reach into one of the strands and pluck out some flowers, handing them to me, while exclaiming "how delicious!" I would take them, smiling, but suddenly become revolted by the smell, drop them in a panic as horrid thoughts raced through my mind, clouding reason. When they hit the floor I would suddenly smile stupidly, and reach out for another bouquet that she had waiting for me at the next door web.
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