Night of 12th May 2010 - Partial...

... walking down a section of road I used to walk everyday home from school. I walk on the left, and to my right, across the quiet street, is a copse (the same copse as was there on the walk home from school). There's a car parked on my right and it was involved in the narrative somehow, but is lost on me in waking. It points in the direction I walk.

Though the larger narrative was crystal clear upon waking from this dream early in the morning, I can only remember the section with the witch now:

I'm proceeding forward, and am ideologically challenged. I pronounce that I am a true socialist and see the witch, in the copse on my right, dressed in black with black hair, goading/doubting. There's a lit match in my hand, perhaps the flame of socialism, but the flame is tiny and frail. I try to shelter it while I walk—it seems poised to die out. I wake.