Witch!

I was a witch. Of course, I was more powerful than the average witch. I was surrounded by classmates in a contemporary art museum. Which was located in Guyana, or some other South American country. At some point I came into possession of a cat and dog, and I knew I was going to be able to keep them, so I had to figure out what to name them, and I came up with some crazy names. None of which I can remember, I just knew they were all bad and reflected my inability to think up good pet names on the spot while dreaming.

There was a lot to this dream. I think my old piano teacher, or perhaps it was the witch professor Emma Thomson played in Harry Potter, was also the woman in charge of the humane society. I also played a role in getting ice cream for everyone.

Oh, and weirdness – I witnessed terrorism at the Price Chopper across from where my grandma lives. People wearing ski masks climbed up onto the roof and threw down explosives or gasses of some sort into the pipes up there. I knew a lot of other people were already calling the cops because they were doing it in broad daylight, so I didn’t have to do anything.

I would probably remember more, or enjoy writing more detail about what I do remember, but my ears are being assaulted by the screams of dozens of children outside my window. There is a summer camp host next door from about 8 am on. Usually I wake up earlier…I must remember to do not get lazy and sleep in anymore. It’s the only way I’ll experience any of the peace of the early morning I so treasure.

~ by Christine on July 11, 2007.