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Dream of DoomI was sitting at a bus stop on a long straight road. There was a big public building behind me – I think it was a library or school or something – and the other side of the road was just forest. As I was waiting, this old bald haggard woman appeared, her fingers curled into talons and her skin covered with liver spots. I knew she was bad so I watched her suspiciously. She walked into the building with seeming intent so I followed her. There was a hallway inside with big stairs going up, and a room to the left and to the right. She went into the room to the right and I could see her through the glass in the door. There was a woman in the room and the witch kinda telepathically made her pick up a weapon (can’t remember what it was) and use it to kill herself. Then she came out of the room and I tried to tackle her but she was powerful and I realised I’d have to fight her with what little wicca I know. I racked my brain and remembered this chant I learned when I first started looking into wicca that’s just a focusing mantra thing;
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bebbet - 10:10 - Wed-20-Aug-2008