Michelle47
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Hello everyone,
For many years from my early 20's into my early 30's I would have the same dream, nothing ever changed in the dream it was always the same. It was always a very dark night and I was always enclosed inside on a yard that was surrounded by a tall wrought-iron gate with arrowhead shaped spikes at the end. I would always be outside of what looked to me like and old castle. It was made of stone. I would open these huge double doors and walk inside. It was dark, but as I went in there were candles placed around. But not to make it well lit, only just enough to see a huge black cauldron sat over a fire in the center of this room. I grew scared and ducked behind a wall or a type of partition and peeked around, and a witch came waking into the room. She was in full black clothes, but I could never see her face. She went to the cauldron and sprinkled this and that with her finger tips into the black pot. She noticed me, but before I could see her face I turned back towards the door that I came in. At this point everything moved in slow motion. My mind moved fast, but my body moved slow. I was running til I got to the gate. It was chained. It started to rain. I grabbed the gate and yelled in slow motion somebody please help me! And I always wake up there.
I stopped having the dream after I was in a car accident and got a concussion... Why couldn't I ever see the woman's face? Was it me ? Was I a witch?
For many years from my early 20's into my early 30's I would have the same dream, nothing ever changed in the dream it was always the same. It was always a very dark night and I was always enclosed inside on a yard that was surrounded by a tall wrought-iron gate with arrowhead shaped spikes at the end. I would always be outside of what looked to me like and old castle. It was made of stone. I would open these huge double doors and walk inside. It was dark, but as I went in there were candles placed around. But not to make it well lit, only just enough to see a huge black cauldron sat over a fire in the center of this room. I grew scared and ducked behind a wall or a type of partition and peeked around, and a witch came waking into the room. She was in full black clothes, but I could never see her face. She went to the cauldron and sprinkled this and that with her finger tips into the black pot. She noticed me, but before I could see her face I turned back towards the door that I came in. At this point everything moved in slow motion. My mind moved fast, but my body moved slow. I was running til I got to the gate. It was chained. It started to rain. I grabbed the gate and yelled in slow motion somebody please help me! And I always wake up there.
I stopped having the dream after I was in a car accident and got a concussion... Why couldn't I ever see the woman's face? Was it me ? Was I a witch?