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Date: 5/30/2019

Last night I had a dream that I was in the mid to late 1600’s. I was a witch who met this person and there were things. It was pretty much all great until one day he wanted me had to make something that kept us alive forever. His crazy girlfriend was out to get me and had her speculations. I made two potions and gave them both to him to let him make the decision if he wanted to or not. I, for one had second thoughts and hoped he would choose not to take it. A couple hours later the girlfriend knocked on my door and told me how he took the potion. I told her to leave and I was just going to move far away because I really didn’t want to live forever. But then I said “I know he gave you the extra potion” and she was reluctant at first to give it to me, but knew how I would suffer if I did take it so she gave it to me. I drank it in the heat of the moment not even thinking before I did, but the voice in my head was trying to tell me not to. It tasted awful, I wish I made it taste better, bit whatever. To then complete the spell, I had to die. So the girlfriend stabbed be and as I laid on the floor bleeding out, she strayed to do something which I didn’t approve of at all. I was already so weak I had no energy to stop her. The last thing I remember is feeling her between my legs before everything went black. When I woke I was in the dungeon below the castle. I look to where I was stabbed, and it healed completely. I soon heard voices and it was him and her. She told him that he’s made a great mistake and stand him with the same dagger she used on me.