Scary witch dream brooms

Another dream for me to avoid at all costs in the future.

Okay it started okay, I was in a gym that was a cross between my church and my second High school's watching a very large basketball team practice. I think that I saw the girl's team first (I have issues with Girl's Basketball since I used to love it but quit after my Junior year because of injuries and depression) but I kind of ignored them and then the Boy's team came in- There was this really tall guy that I used to know who was practicing his shot. Along the stage (It goes lengthways along the court a coach was sitting with some people and there was a girl there. He asked her if she was playing for the girls' team. She said no, that Volleyball had got her before it. I just decided to ignore all this (in my dreams sports are usually present but I always avoid the bball and volleyball parts unless I KNOW that I'm on a team because I'm not supposed to be on them).

Anyways, I continued down along the edge of the stage and I came across a band, or perhaps I should call it an orchestra. It was large, but they were stacked in a way that they didn't take up much room. While the very loud basketball dribbling, talking, shooting and yelling were taking place on the court, this orchestra set up and began to practice. I sat on a chair, and I guess that the chair was on some weird moving pipe, because as I recognized the song the orchestra was practicing (Something from Swan Lake) I closed my eyes and moved along with it. At some times, the noise was louder than the music, but I followed it along in my head. it was great and afterwards I think that the conductor noticed and said something to me, I can't really remember what, it was probably inconsequential.

Then I was in a group over a darkened city. It felt like the ending to some sort of movie. We were on top of a building, a little girl was there and it seemed like the rest of the group were made out of clay. Floating clay animations. There was a bright orange flat dinosaur, maybe a steggosaurus, who was resting against the side or trunk of a car on the top of this building. I guess that he was a leader and that he was me, because the group was breaking up, saying goodbye and he seemed to decide that he was going to go back to the museum below us and return to his cage/display/box if he could. The dinosaur made some joke about his snout changing all the time (alluding to the scientists changing their minds every few years) and tried to change the clay around his nose to be whatever the last decision was before realizing that it was right the way he unconciously had it because as they (the dinosaurs) were real and living in their clay bodies, they showed the true forms (yikes) before realizing that he was going off of the subject and trailing off...

He then said bye to everyone and asked the little amoeba guy if he wanted to go to or if he was coming with him, but the little amoeba guy/kid said that he was going to go with the little girl (the amoeba guy was so cute, he had a little face with a big smile-maybe the kid drew him or made him out of clay?) and then I kissed him goodbye on his little mouth (platonic I assure you as I was kind of myself by then, not a dinosaur) and then the other clay beings flew off, the little girl's parent came to the car and they all got in and then I, as the dinosaur turned into a little ball and dove down the side of the building to look for a drainpipe at the top or ventilation shaft to get into the building.

I found one and dove in, finding myself at the ground floor of a very spacious room with beige carpeting and lightly coloured walls. I turned into myself, somehow holding luggage and wearing a coat/jacket and saw a computer against a pillar. I (big surprise) went over to it to check my e-mail as if I had been there before and done it before. The opening commercial to get online always had people logging on, and in the exciting exertion of a big "blast" of getting on they were always sweaty so I mused that if I were ever running and sweaty and came into the museum and got caught, I could just explain to the Security guy that "it was just like the commercial" (because I think that only the science personell were supposed to be there and using the comps).

So here's the scary part, then I was down in the basement lab art room (the kind of underground room with small windows near the ceiling to let light in) and I was in a group like Charmed (I've only seen the tv show like once but we wer like ditzy witches) and we were talking to some Professor guy in charge (like Niles from Buffy) about some witch display we did on the roof of the museum and how the curreator was very impressed. There were three or four of us and we all did different types of brooms and put them in the arms of cloth manequins on the roof, I think that I did a straw broom.

The Professor was congradulating us on a good job and one of the young women was sweeping the floor with her broom one last time before dismantling her's (she had to because she used different matierial that she said couldn't stay as a broom somewhere in a closet) and then dream me switched to look through her POV eyes. The broom was study but had a delicate sweeping part, it was curls of hair and I think that we all assumed that it was just a hair broom. But the woman went to a far table and started to dismantle the broom. She pulled off the hair part and set it aside and pulled off the cloth cover and there was the back of a head there, short hair along what was unmistakingly someone's neck/head, you know how the very short hair there always shows that pattern into skin and the two parts that stick out change the shape. Anyways, this was a SKIN and the woman was lovingly and sadly petting it, as only she knew the sacrifice and headaches this person (another woman from the past) had gone through.

So of course by then dream me HAD to know the background story. So then one of the other people there asked about some story that the woman was telling them about a lady from the past and the woman stepped away from her skin hair broom as if to give a monolouge. She said that the woman's name was (some random long title french thing like Elizabether Monealy De Cour) and that she had been kidnapped and tortured or something and that she had been enaged to this guy (enter another long french counding name and title). But that they were happy now and together and the speaking woman's eyes teared up a bit and someone went to go hug her when the forgottem broom started to move.

I turned to look at it in terror and something that looked like a leg of a cloth wrapped mannequin moved. The broom/mannequin sat up and writhed backwards as if in pain and a wrapped head moved up and from it came the most horrifying sound. "You're killling me" it wailed angrily from beyond the grave and I was terrified and sick and it was so awful. We all looked at the first witch who was also in shock because whatever she did, the part of the skin of the person that she had used had been real, it had been alive and dead but cursed but real and it was alive now and in pain and we were Killing It. I don't know what was worse- the fact that it was some malevolant tortured being still alive and able to move who somehow thought it was our thought and could hurt us in some way or that it was actually alive.

Aurgh. I woke up then.

Well if it terrifies you or bothers you, analyize it to death. Nah, I'm not in the mood. I'll just sketch out the main.

I can see the theme of inanimate objects becoming real or alive. One of the baser fears. Fear of magic. Mistakes on the part of someone who had power and didn't know everything or the consequences of what she was doing. Fear of suffering, guilt and reconcilliation from a being that probably deserved it but the people it was most likely to lash out were innocents.

Justice being unserved. With such a freaky, dangerous and sad thing that that was, we'd probably have to burn it alive to get rid of it. There's no way that anyone could call the cops and explain about it, give it a chance to have a real life again. As a vengeful spirit person that would be a bad thing.

Edit: actually this doesn't scare me as much after I thought out thise scenerio. What if I had gone to the past and the only way to return would be to be made inanimate and wait. The person who convinced me would know that "I" the inanimate persion/mummy would last and be found by a museum and I would be there to wake up. So I agree and do it, turn inanimate. Only when I wake up, I realize that someone has skinned me and I freak out.

stuff to write out later

Stuff to write out later:

Jan: I woke up around 7
Jan: I had a weird dream
Jan: I often have dreams like this but not really
Jan: I was in like a high school maybe middle school
Jan: and I had come back
Jan: and the coaches there made me in charge or something
Jan: and I was like responsible for everyone including myself
Jan: and I had to get everyone is shape, even the little freshman who had never ran before
nuClEArTaCH: weird
Jan: and I was SO Out Of Shape
Jan: it was going to be painful
Jan: yeah
Jan: I got the weirdest feeling from this dream though
Jan: like.. I was in some kind of active service of the school
Jan: and I HAD to be on the team
Jan: and do whatever was required of me
Jan: like I had to be the key player or something
Jan: very strange

(it was a raining day.. something about a long overhanging along the front of the school, a new van that a coach pulled up along the back or side that I was walking by and told me to get in and that feeling of powerlessness, like I couldn't disobey or something because of something I had signed up for. Something about being with the people I had trained with before though... like that everyone had had a chance before me but I was last and the only one who had still to go. Most of them were there, not talking or almost like strangers.)

Last week:

Dream about power rangers. I was the red ranger and we had candy.. I remember that after we did our candy power up I fished mine (chocolate) from out of my mouth, rised it off at a sick and wrapped them back up- like saving that power for another day.

Few days before that:

Middleschool something about gym class again and underwear in lockers. I was helping Marilyn with her long hair, wrapping it up and using this large magnet thing to hold it in place- it looked like a bun cup magnet or something. Weird. Something about large feilds outside and an old bathtub just sitting there by the side next to a fence. Having to play a game like dodgeball...