Journal Entry 40

The Webbed one came in my sleep last night. It spun its way into my room so fast I thought it meant to consume me. The whipping of its web sounded reminiscent of machine gun fire. It quickly spun me tight and sat me upright. It attached webs to my eyelids and secured the other ends tight around my head. I could feel my eyes begin to burn since I was no longer able to blink or shut them. He was forcing me to be the audience to another sadistic puppet show. The webs in the middle of this creatures body began to pulse and change shape. First, an image of a wolf appeared then the one wolf split symmetrically into four wolves. Each wolf spun around and prowled north, south, east, and west. Then they turned around on the stage, fabricated from webs, and stared at the center where they just walked from. There in the middle formed a woman. They all attacked her from their four directions converging on her as if it was all some sadistic synchronized feeding frenzy. They then turned to concentrate their attention on me. They all lunged at me, I screamed, awoke, and sat up.