January 13, 2005

• Last night I had a Brothers Grimm dream in three parts. First I was a small child going to school with my cat for show and tell. But my cat was not a cat. I’d built it from wood and wires and covered it over with soft fur. For all intents and purposes it looked and acted like a cat, but all one had to do was pick it up and anyone could see it was a cat golem. It had one cat’s eye marble for an eye, and a plain white marble for the other.

  
  

  When my teacher saw the cat, she new immediately it was not a normal cat. None of the students liked her; most were afraid of her. She was kind of the evil stepmother/wicked witch of the dream. I’m not exactly sure why she did it, but she took me aside and down into a vault where she showed me a special clay which could be molded and given life. Then she locked the vault and took me back up to class. She seemed angry about the whole thing. Like I’d done something wrong or incorrect.

  
  

  In the mean time, there were these dwarves who kidnapped me and my little brother. They wanted the secret of the witch’s clay. They could make their own clay, but it wasn’t as good. To show they meant business, they killed my brother, but I wouldn’t talk.

  
  

  So they made me a slave and forced me to cook and clean for them. I had to make food from the clay. It would become the food once I molded it properly. So they left and I set about making dinner, but as I molded the clay, my hands formed it into ghostly shapes. The dwarves came back and were furious. They said I was trying to kill them and I was more troublesome than useful to them. They decided to kill me, but before they could, the clay came to life and defended me. They had made the clay from my dead brother and he was angry.

  
  

  I ran away and my brother met up with me after a while, but he was a ghost and said the dwarves were still after us. We decided to lead the dwarves to the vault and trap them there. The school was deserted and fallen down when we got there. It looked as if they whole thing at been abandoned for years. The dwarves were hot on our heels, so we quickly ran down into the vault and directed them to the safe where the clay was kept. They rushed past us, into the vault, but I knew the key to locking the vault. The doors would seal instantly if anyone said, “No, no, no” in a certain melody. And so we sealed away the dwarves with the clay they wanted so badly.

  
  

  Then the dream skipped over to a period before the beginning. There was the teacher-witch on a farm. It showed why her clay was better than the dwarves because hers was made from living things while the dwarves made theirs with dead matter. She would lure people to her garden and plant them in the ground. Eventually a gourd-like vine would grow and she would take the pumpkinesque fruit and work them into clay.

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