The multiple eyes glared at him and he could see his own confused, terrified reflection staring back at himself through their icy blackness.

I must be dreaming, Nick thought.

“Wake up!!!!” He screamed, hitting himself repeatedly in the face. He didn’t wake up and he feared this was real—he was standing in his own fucked up horror novel. A world where spiders roamed as giants, aggressive and spiteful. The earth shook beneath him as the spider took a step towards him, its eight legs shaking the leaves in the trees like a gust of strong wind. Nick remembered that the only way to stop them, according to his own imagination, was to puncture one of their eyes. The only problems were, and big ones at that, were that Nick had no weapons, no way of reaching the spider’s eyes, and after a quick scan of his surroundings, he realized there was nothing he could grab to throw up at them either.

Nick closed his eyes and accepted his fate.