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• I slept almost all day and I had this dream very raw abt witchcraft. I lived in modern days but in a town stuck in the 1600’s. Living with three young witches, totally inexperienced in this subject, they were impulsive with their spells and rituals. I wasn’t a witch, I was more like a normal girl with a big spiritual awakening, but anything else. Many explicit things happened but what I remember most clearly was when one of the witches died, and the other two were fighting and one of them decided to do a ritual in the forest that night, dressed in a yellow dress (kinda puffy) and had a straw artifact (that almost looked like a weapon) and after few minutes in the dark, she was covered in blood: her yellow dress, that straw artifact and her face (mostly in the mouth) she looked like a possessed zombie. I ran to the our house cause I didn’t know where else to go, but once there, our neighborhood fell silent, just silence and fog. I saw the other sister, but she was in a strange state too: dressed in a white dress, her hair was loose, and her hands were big big and her fingers were large like claws. Totally pale, but her hands were totally white. She walked, but stopped in every tree, acting totally out of his mind. Then, I heard that the witch in yellow dress had died too. And apparently, all of them blamed me for the death of the first girl. I fled again, intending to go to the next city. In desperation, some power within me activated through the adrenaline, and now I was able to jump great distances, so I jumped from every roof, jumping house to house, escaping from that village. Morning arrived, with few rays of golden sunshine, and I finally arrived at the modern neighborhood. There, I discovered more abt the life of the first witch who died, and apparently she wasn’t a witch, but a normal ill girl. Disabled, with a chronic ill (she was blonde) and the other witches felt bad of her death cause they were in some way responsibles of her condition. So now I understood everything a little more. But Suddenly, the last witch found me, but she was no longer in that weird trance anymore, now she was kinda emotional for everything that happened, acting kind and somehow remorseful. Still, I didn’t trust her, so I ran to the lake next to us and I jumped in, swimming to the deep center, she followed me, but she didn’t did anything, she just wanted to die there in peace, with company.

I wasn’t afraid anymore, in fact I felt peaceful and powerful.

For a moment I was in the blue waters of the lake, and then after closing my eyes, I woke up (still in the dream). And I was in that modern city, but in a library with computers and few people. An old man approached me saying that it’s time to go cause is getting late, I checked the time on the computer in front of me and it was 7:15 in the afternoon. My first thought was “Oh, it’s dinner time” And I left, Still feeling disoriented from that experience. (Next to that library was the lake).

And finally I woke up in real life in the middle of the night. And here I am, writing this.

P.S. I’m not into witchy things, actually, I don’t like that at all, but I’m always have these spiritual stuff going on (since childhood). I don’t overthink so much abt it, I just take advantage of this to be creative.

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