There is an image in my mind that Freud may be able to interpret.

Humongous, thick, black web. I am caught at the center, face down. I am looking at myself from below.  My body is just a quarter the size of the web. My neck, legs and arms are stuck on it. I can’t move. This image keeps playing in my head, it wouldn’t go away. It keeps flashing like a commercial on TV, repeats itself for recall and retention.  

I am no Mary Jane though I have a Spider Man. But even this Spider Man of mine wouldn’t come to this silly rescue.

This feels like a nightmare, only worse because I’m wide awake. I’m wide awake, I can hear myself say. 

I’m not tripping. I have never ever tried any of sorts.

But this feels like I am in a gigantic spider web, strong but a very sticky glue.