Strange Riddle Spider

Cyreon's Dream

You lie down to sleep and begin to dream.... you are a child playing with toys in a warm firelit rom....your mother....but its not your mother looks to you and smiles...you are happy and content. The happiest youve been in the longest of times.
Suddenly webs begin to form in the corner of the room in which you are in a rift forms at the centre and black chitinous hands reach out and grab you.... you mother....not your mother....her smile is stuck in place, hands frozen mid clap. You see yourself.....not you.....the child still in place where you were before and you are sucked into the webbed hole You find yourself in the abyss.... black....silence but for the thousands of strands of webs strung about the area vibrating to a sound you can not hear shimmering in a thousand different colours
From out of shadows cast by some unseen shapes, shadows that seemed stretched-out and taut, tethered around the abyss, something stalks into view.
Into existence. It bulks suddenly where there had been nothing. It steps out from behind some fold in space. It picks its way forward, delicate on pointed feet, vast body bobbing, lifting multiple legs high. It looks down at you from a head that looms colossally above you.
A spider.
It's bulk is mostly its huge tear drop abdomen that wells up and hangs downwards behind it from its neck-waist, a tight, bulbous fruit seven feet long and five wide. It is absolutely taut and smooth, it's chitin a shimmering black iridescence. The creature’s head is the size of a man’s chest. It is suspended from the front of the abdomen a third of the way from the top. The fat curve of its body looms above it like skulking black-clad shoulders. It has two little black chittinous hands the same size as a child's it waves and claps as it's approaches
"THE SAND HANGS MOTIONLESS IN THE SKY NO LONGER REFILLING THE MOUNTAINS BELOW WITHIN THE PRISM PRISON! FIVE AND ONE AGAINST ONE AND FIVE! TICK TOCK TICK.... TICK TICK TOCK....TICK TOCK TICK!
THE SILK HERE CAN NOT BE WOVEN UNTIL ONE AND FIVE FALLS TO FIVE AND ONE. THEN THE SAND CAN FEED THE MOUNTAINS AND THE THREADS I CAN PLUCK. TICK TICK TOCK.... TICK TOCK TICK
ONLY IN DREAMING DREAMS CAN I SEE.....LOVABLE AND FERVANT IS WITHOUT HIS COWBOY, WITHOUT HIS PORCELAIN FACED TIME KEEPER!! OH I WANT TO PLUCK HIM FREE!!!! TICK TOCK TICK.... TICK TICK TOCK"
FIVE AND ONE REMOVES ONE AND FIVE THEN FIVE AND FIVE WILL BE ALIVE. MANY SANDS HAVE FALLEN BEFORE AND FIVE EATS FIVE AND FIVE NO MORE. TOCK TICK TICK.... TICK TOCK TICK
THESE SANDS MAYBE FIVE BEATS FIVE AND FIVE AND ONE SURVIVE ONE AND FIVE! TICK TICK TOCK....
it reaches forward and pats you on the head before it grabs you with one of it's tiny hands rips a new hole with the other and throws you into it.