Magik mayhem
Dreams about magic reached an all-time high this week. More of us dreamed about hexes, curses, and spells than we’ve seen all year.
Dark gothic horror threaded through our nights.
A heartbroken widower called in the occult to revive the body of his departed lover.
A sorcerer price entombed headless followers in a masquerade ballroom.
Even Aleister Crowley made an appearance.
As if to wrap these spooky narratives in a satin black bow, other dreamers reported visions of confusion and disorientation.
Half-remembered flashbacks of crying babies. Crimes watched through grainy video recordings. Ex-boyfriends in car parks mumbling something about understanding.
Man yelling, begging for mercy saying “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
German shepherd dog barking.
Seeing people then everything goes black.
