Just woke up from taking a nap after forgoing dinner, in my room, hugging my bolster, still groggy from the rapidly forgotten vivid dream i just had.

Dreamt of running through a darkened tunnel, running to escape from a disaster, a monster i cannot see.

Next, i was sitting on a sofa watching tv, in an american suburban house with white trimmings.

Someone has taken control of the house. A lady in black leather and a man. Scheming to take over while standing over the kitchen sink.

Outside the house, there were 3 witches. I was outside the scene then suddenly, i was one of them. Reciting a chant, sprinkling green dust with our blood mingled together onto the porch landing. Green mist spread throughout the house, touching the lady in black leather. She looked at the slimy green mist and walked away.

Back again on the sofa and i can't see but i was not afraid. The other two in various parts of the house.

We sat around the dining table, deluded into feeling safe. The mist must have worked. Except it didn't. We lived in dreams we wanted to see, while our unconscious bodies lie in various parts of the room.

Suddenly it was dark again at the dining table. We were only two. We heard the third walking downstairs, unsure if she was awake or were we.

I held on to one other. We were three at the table, yet someone continued to walk downstairs. One of us still. Sense of feeling trapped. I wasn't sure who i was holding on to. The person next to me. One of the three and she was talking. Trying to break the spell but i couldn't be sure if i was still in a darkened trance or am i still holding on, my conscious body touching another being.

We were holding the charms that made the green dust. Parts of supposably happy memories. A box of chocolates. A broken green cheap jade bangle. We tried to hang on to them, holding on to each other. Yet we couldn't be sure if we were each other. Someone continued to walk downstairs. One of us still. Except in a sudden flash, i saw her in a nurse uniform totally oblivious of being upstairs holding on to the two of us still.

I woke up holding on to my bolster, the arm of the girl next to me, in my darkened bedroom.

Somewhere a phone rang.