Witches

In the dream I am not in my own body. I live the dream as someone else. I have white skin and dark brown, shoulder length hair. I don’t remember my name. None of my family in the dreams is my real family.

My mother and grandmother own a Victorian style house, beautiful, on acres beside an apartment complex. The apartment complex is beside a major street in the city and across this many-laned street is a shopping complex. I have my own apartment beside my mother’s house, but I use in the room she has kept for me because I want to be close to my family even having my own place.

She lets a woman in need stay with us. She is beautiful. Dark hair. She is a witch. She does a spell to make a baby. She bathed something, I can’t remember what object it was, but it was a round object she bathed in her own womanly fluids. She was discharging what looked like embryonic fluid, pink with clots, and this she collected between her legs in a bowl. She then poured the bowl over the object and it grew a head, and then a body—except it grew into another woman. Her woman daughter. I did not know this in the dream. I just thought my mom let another woman in need stay with us. And then I began to notice another woman in the house. Upstairs. Each time I’d pass a doorway there was a woman on her bed sitting up straight, with long, long black hair facing the wall. I never saw her face and I felt too uneasy to say anything to make her turn around. She wore a tight dress with zigzag stripes of many deep, dark colors.

Eventually I notice that my mom and grandmother have not been in the house for some time. Somehow I discover the women are all witches and working magick to be rid of us one-by-one. It seems they’ve turned my little sister to their side. When I announce that I’m taking my things and going back to my apartment, the one in charge, the first one to arrive, does not hide her pleasure. Then my sister asks if I can take her to the store with me, and puts jeans in a bag. The witch’s eyes flash and she becomes enraged, knowing that whatever magick they worked on my sister did not work and she’s trying to escape with me. The witch says I can only take my sister if I leave my laptop—the laptop I have in real life, knowing that I need it desperately. I say no, I need my laptop, and we try to leave. My sister decides she needs to use the restroom first and is enchanted into being a fool. She can’t operate the commode. Eventually she manages and we climb out the window. When we get to the parking lot of the apartment where my car is, she I have to fight to get her in. She starts walking into the street trying to show me something in the median—but really she’s acting crazy to avoid getting in the car with me. She’s under the spell of the witches and they’re trying to prevent her leaving. Cars swerve around her. I fight traffic and pull her back to the car, stuffing her inside. I start the car and it backs out of the parking space, but when I put in Drive it and try to steer it to the exit, it goes right back into the parking space. I fight for control of the car with the witch’s grandfather’s power, who is operating the parking security booth at the exit gate. I beg him with my face and words even though I’m too far for him to actually hear me. He feels bad for what his daughters are doing and waves us through the gate. I am determined to get to Deepwoods Apothecary so those witches can help me with a protection spell, because it’s been so long since I did a spell that I doubted my potency.