Hi,
It's been a while since I've had a vivid dream, and such an interesting one too, but last night I had one.

I dreamt of a witch, that was living just outside the city I live in, in an old wooden house. The house was so old you could see the sky through the roof and preform gymnastics on the plumbing that showed between the walls.
There was a vague relation between me and that witch, though if it was by blood, proffession or something else entirely I do not know. We did not like eachother but never worded it. Her snobbish attitude and disdainfull curling of the lips, looking at me like I was some kind of oddly colored puke you can see on the sidewalk the night after a wild student party, made it clear that she found me far beneath her and not a threat.
However in my dream I was scheming to 'bring her down', though how I do not know. There were people helping me, younger then myself, but they weren't around for long, only helping to set up the plan. I think my mother also might have been helping me.
To execute the plan I needed to get her to my home, and we took the bus home. Though when we neared my home she stopped a few streats before my house and mockingly told me to get out and walk the rest. I was getting flustered because I needed to get her to my home or else it wouldn't work, but I think she knew and was just using that knowledge to toy with me. Then she suddenly turned the car around and drove off toward the city center, away from my home.
But she was a horrible driver, driving on the sidewalk, and wanting to drive onto small walkways connecting the pavement to boat-restaurants. The first time she did that I screamed, yelling 'No! We'll drown!' And she got angry that I went against her will. The second time I got out of the car and left, thinking the plan wasn't worth this.
I was but a few steps away when the car, as suspected, plunged into the water. The witch was fine, not even wet, and in a blink of an eye her car was also back on the road. But this is where the panther starts his part. He was some sort of familiar of the witch, large and majestic, and a shiney sleek blue/black coat. He never played a part, always prowling just behind her in her shadow. He also had the most beautifull red gemmed colar on, which seemed to add to his powerfull aura.
And now he craweled out of the water, eyes wild; panicked and unbelieving, his beautifull fur ruffled and dull. 'I almost drowned' He said, but in a far off way. I ignored the witch I had been so fixated on for the first time and hugged the panther close, burrying my face and hands in his soft thick coat, trying to calm him. His collar was gone I noticed. I glanced behind me to see if she would come back for her panther but she just rolled her eyes and drove off, too good for the world as usual.
I decided to take the pather with me, and a bit nervouse at first on what the reaction of the people would be on having an unchained (it's strange that those were the words in my dream, not a leash but a chain) panther with me, but it wasn't a problem. To cheer him up I promissed to buy him cake, and he was as happy as a child to hear that. He had never had a cake before. We passed one of the most expensive bakers in the city and he pleaded me with his eyes, I felt a twinge at the price, since as a student I don't have much to go by and appearently even in my dreams I count my pennies, but I bought him the orange and mandarine cake, and his happyness was enough to make me forget my cheepness.

So that was the dream, lovely, but strange. And it was intense enough to leave me tired and with a headache, wishing I could go back to bed and hug that panther.