I dreamt last night that my mother was marrying an old man who lived in a little white stone house on an ancient side street.
I was helping her move in. In the living room there was a broken window and three very angry ghosts of three old women. They flew about and attacked me one at a time. They were like bits of gray cloud and were all tatters and bone.
The first one flew into my chest and tried to hide there. With great force of will, I ejected her into the room and out the hole in the broken window. From somewhere I pulled a sword and held it through the hole in the glass so that when the ghost tried to come back through, it was pierced and shriveled and fell to the ground outside.
This repeated with the second one and I was quite satisfied with myself for having cast it away. There was a tree outside that the ghosts spun around and launched out of, racing onto the sword.
The third ghost was much smaller and I thought would be easy to defeat after the other two. She came into my chest and I tried with the same concentration to evict her out the window, but she wouldn’t leave. She had taken residence inside me, encysted somewhere among my organs, and would not leave. It was quite unnerving. I never managed to get rid of her.
I suppose she is inside me still, whoever she is.
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