Witches

A text only post, and about history, afield from fauna and flora, sort of...and grim, so dear readers, a caution to read on...

I'll put the search strings in bold, these are the beginning of a quote; and the link(s),  the ulrs, which are highlighted too, will be the quote's end(s)...

I dreamed about witches...what with the Halloween trick or treaters coming around, not so many as last year and much candy remaining!, and looking up witches on wiki, and going on about Cerridwen in yesterday's post, it doesn't surprise me that I dreamed about witches!

There were three of course, and they were middle aged matrons, kindly sorts, with fantastic hair dos...one was like a small wicker work black trash can standing straight up...they were engaged in an odd task, observing bomb test affects in a desolate landscape...odd to think of witches being employed, but they had this little job, which seemed to amuse them, as after each test they would giggle and laugh...they would position themselves on the slope of the crater made by the tests, just out of harms way...a bomb would fall...kabooom!...and a measure of its power was how far it lifted and moved these gigantic concrete pieces that looked like parts of a fallen temple...there were two competitors in the test, and the first's few bombs were all of a sort...the witches didn't even budge from the view spots...boom boom boom...and they'd laugh and compare, like judges at an Olympic event...the concrete pieces moved about some, but none moved off the ground...then the second competitor's bomb came along...KABOOOM!...big chunks of arches and pillars lifted into the air...the witches laughed and giggled...the rim of crater protected them, but only just, and they consulted, and moved back aways...the second competitor was clearly in another league, and a second bomb from them dropped....it was huge, just horrendous...and one of the witches out of my view, shouted out, ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh!...but quickly settled down and giggled and laughed with her witch sisters with their fantastic hair...in the crater, this last bomb had struck a giant thick chain laying there with alternating blue and red links big as houses...it hadn't budged, just chipped a little...

I woke up, and the big dog across the street was barking, awhoooo awhoooo awhooooo...and kids were playing...

Now, if I had awoken in one of those ancient Greek/Roman Hospitals/Temples I went on about in yesterday's post, and told my dream to an attending Physician...well, I don't know...is the dream about my health?, or those terrible events in the Middle East?, or nothing at all?

Somewhere, I think, those three matronly kindly three witches are giggling and laughing...

DavidDavid