Dreaming Of A Black Widow Spider の小説・ストーリー

I yawn out, cursing at myself for doing that. "Did I wake you?" He asks nervously. "Yeah, but you saved me from a bad dream." I laugh, shivering at the memory of the nightmare. "What was the dream about?" The interest in his voice makes me want to tell him, but for some reason, I choose not to. "Oh, it was nothing. Just...some...giant spiders chasing me." I grimace at my terrible lie. Giant spiders? Really? Couldn't I have thought of something less stupid?

As I allow myself to drift off to sleep I begin to dream. In this dream I see a silver dragon but it’s smaller than a typical dragon, about the size of a fully grown wolf. I also see a black wolf but it’s so small. Much smaller than a sixteen year old transforming for the first time. These are just kids but that’s not possible. They’re both watching me. Then out of nowhere I see another black wolf, fully grown, and it kills the little wolf. I am immediately enraged and attack the wolf and kill him. Now it’s just me and the silver dragon. The dragon says, ‘I love you daddy’ and then jerk awake.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

throw him away. Another sleepless night interrupted by horrible dreams. This dream, I'm running away from my coven this time and into the woods. There's a black loop hole or a black portal that is alluring to me. I'm trying my hardest to get to it shockingly, but I keep falling into traps that my coven planted. It was a frightening dream.

It's my body's way of recovering faster after losing precious blood. I'm drifting now into sleep fast. While I'm in a deep sleep, I dream of Zion. I was walking in a forest, surrounded by towering trees, when I came to a clearing in the middle of the woods and saw Zion caught in a powerful spider web. My heart skipped a beat, filled with dread. "Sis, please help me!" He screamed to get my attention.

“So, Knight Blackwell, how’s the firm?” “Fine. I just went there to check the first quarter report. Boring stuff.” “Hmm.” “Nirvana, can I ask you something?” “Of course, Zarah.” “Do you believe in dreams?” “Um.” I dabbed my lips before answering. “I think it has something to do with our subconsciousness and brain activity. Why?” “Have you had weird dreams lately?” I laughed softly. “Funny you asked. I just had a weird dream last night. I was in the middle of the woods. It was dark and chilly. I was barefooted, and I saw a gray wolf—”

For so long, I had stayed in the shadows, watching her like a hawk, the guilt from years before threatening to tear my heart apart. I, Orson Wilson, one of the wealthiest figures in California, trailed behind her every time like a puppy. Not me directly, but I had eyes on her. The second I knew that her jerk of a husband had decided to marry her cousin, I knew I had to do something. But somehow, I feared that she would recognise me. But she doesn't. My eyes trailed over her again as we settled in the back of my car. The sweet scent of her mahogany hair oil filled the air. Her Almond-shaped Green eyes squirted as she read through the document she held. Her round face was etched with way too m

Then I could let Edwards do his thing with the apple tree and I could get my inheritance and get on with my life. I huffed and turned one last time, slowly relaxing my eyes and letting them fall shut. Just before I fell asleep, I saw a brief movement out of the corner of my eye. They shot open and I screamed. In front of me, a huge black spider crawled over the driver’s seat. He was quick, scurrying to the middle console and up to the dashboard. He moved toward my side of the dash and I continued to scream. I fumbled with the door handle, finally getting it open after what felt like minutes.