Witch
When I woke up I realized that once again, my cool dream had been inspired by a movie, in this case The Missing. Or Eyes of Fire. Or you know...something.
Dreams
Last night I dreamt of a man, unspeakably evil, who haunted the woods, inflicting pain, horror, and misery upon anyone who entered and lingered, or strayed too near. Not arbitrarily, mind you, but because he needed to. I remember being afraid of the animals, especially of a group of owls all sitting in the same tree, almost hidden by the leaves, watching me. He saw what they saw, heard what they heard. He used the roots and plants and moss and the dead things of the earth, and worked harm. He was impervious to prayers and charms, and bore scars of a hundred battles. He took many forms, and could disappear into the trees like water into sand.