1. Big Dream:
I dreamt I was a witch in this modern day witch society. We were having a sort of convention, when one of the witch's cats started behaving oddly. The cat had just finished her breast of chicken (cooked medium rare ew) when she started going berserk and trying to curse and/or kill some of the other witches. Then we realised the cat was an animangus of an enemy, but we didn't know which one. So I grabbed her and held her down on the table and was just about to destroy her with a curse, when she transformed into a hundred multi-colored bubbles and vanished. Several of us got to gether to hunt her down. One team to research animangi and another to obtain any specific information about the cat that could help us identify the actual witch. I was elected to manage both teams, and one witch even gave me this cool flashlight that would automatically get brighter in incriments as my eyes got more and more tired (since we would be pulling an all-nighter). All we really had to go on was the fact that the cat had red fur and liked under cooked chicken. One member of the first team concluded that animangi as animals had similiar colorings and complexions as their human counterparts. And I read in a book that sometimes an animangus grew to like to eat the foods they ate as animals. So we were looking for a red-head who may enjoy the occasional poulè tar tar. Another witch looked up information on past conventions, and noted a particular one that took place about a year ago at a run down bar/seafood restaurant located on the docks of a nearby city. I decided to go check out the place and see if any of the workers there remembered anything strange from that night. The first person I met there was an assistant manager who was rather unhelpful when I asked if he remembered a weird convention last year. But as he was waving me away, I noticed a waitress look at me with an expression of surprise (she looked EXACTLY like this one opera singer Barbara Bonny). She was about to turn and walk off, so I quickly transformed a coin I was holding into a $100 bill and waved it at her. She came up to me, took it, and pulled me to the back of the restaurant. So I asked her if she remembered the convention and she said she worked that night. It was a group of about 20 men and women, dressed really odd and behaving very peculiar. Then I said I had just one last question: did she or possibly any of the chefs remember any bizarre food requests (a long shot, I know). She said she remembered one red-haired witch ordering undercooked chicken. Kick ass!!!! But then I thought of more questions: what did she look like, did you catch her name, who else was there, who did she talk to, etc? But the waitress started walking off in a way that read "No more questions." So then I went to the kitchen and started doing some dishes, then I woke up.
Here's what the waitress looked like:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/cardiffsi...bara_bonny.jpg
2. Fragments:
- maggots
- Lome and pictures