Dream Journal – Boy Witch

Can’t remember much of this one. What I do remember is that I was talking to a very lovely witch who offered to train me in a sort of knock-off magic. I didn’t have the skill or the gift for ‘proper’ magic, she said, but I could wave a wand around and trigger some stuff. Then she handed me a wand and my right hand – the hand I use to write with – twitched and shook like a mess. I remember at the time being very uncomfortable and fretful about it, as if I could feel it happening for real, wondering if maybe my hand was worse than I knew it was.

When I woke up, that hand was being slept on by the dog, who was on his back, with his feet up in the air, running and twitching.

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