I am participating in the Arkansas Women Bloggers “Blogtober-Fest” challenge. Today’s blogging challenge: Halloween Memories
This isn’t so much a Halloween memory as it is a memory of my most vivid childhood dream/nightmare – and it just happens to have a Halloween element, so let’s just go with it, shall we?
Everyone dreams. Scientists claim that even people who don’t think they dream, do, in fact dream. My mom has C-Razy dreams. I have recurring dreams that my teeth are crumbling and I’m spitting them out. I also dream that I’m in car accidents. In fact, I have that dream so often that I’ve trained myself to recognize it as a dream. Right after the impact I tell myself, “This isn’t real. It’s just a dream.” and I wake up.
But this blog post is about a dream that I had, literally, about 36 years ago.
When I was a REALLY little kid (like, 4 or 5 years old) I had a vivid nightmare. We were living on 18th street in Sioux Falls. A car pulled up in the street and slowed down and stopped right in front of our house. My mom and dad and I walked out to the street to see who it was. It was a WITCH! (this is the scary Halloween reference)
The witch uttered the most ominous, bone-chilling words I have EVER heard in my ENTIRE LIFE! She said . . .
“Come make a wish on my thumb.”
And like Fonzie saying “Eyyyyyyy!” she stuck out a thumb like a green-faced, pointy-nosed hitch-hiker. It was TERRIFYING!
My parents were nudging me forward to go and make my wish. Inside my head I was screaming in terror! “Can’t you see this woman is a witch?!!?”
Then I woke up.