“There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.”
– Douglas H. Everett
A gray wolf howled in my dream last night as he sat at the edge of the dark woods. Then he turned and ran into the forest. I took chase, following him through the woods to a clearing where afire lit the night sky. Slowly, from above, a familiar chanting began and I looked up as they descended.
Draped in black they swirled and twirled landing to form a circle around the fire.
The Witches of Ravenscroft.
They danced and sang and called for me.
The elder male witch looked at me with knowing eyes, “Where have you been my darling? The night grows short and your magic weak. It’s time to throw kindling on this fire lassie, lest your magicgoes up in smoke.”
His message clear, I joined in the dancing and singing. I was home again amongst my creations.
I woke from my…
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