Last night I dreampt of being a witch. Old schoolmates from years and years ago were there with me in the dark. Water and fountains surrounding our wet bodies. I was so scared of wielding power that I could not even begin to contol, respect, or understand. A girl played a few dark melodic chords on the floating piano. The calm water stirred. An exotic-looking woman emerged from the surface of the liquid water and moaned, "Why did no one help us?" As her body came from the water, two other bodies floated up as well, but horribly deformed, almost skeletal. They disappeared and I was breathless with fear. The darkness enveloped us and I wished for light to shine on us and wash away this evil. Another girl held a mythical horn in her hands and said that we could also use this intrument to summon anything or anyone we wanted. We could call upon gods and goddesses and creatures and the undead. She told us that we should each learn to play the notes to beckon these beings. I did not want to. I did not want to be part of this. *end of dream*