Saturday, 16 January 2010
Dreaming of Mim
I had a dream the other night, in which I and my former tutor, Shee-La, aka the Princess Of Poached Eggs* (maysherestinpeace), found ourselves in a square, stone bell tower. At the top was the mad Madam Mim, and, let me tell you, she was mad that we were in her tower. POPE and Madam Mim got into a magical dual, but POPE, after becoming invisible, lost the majority of her powers, so I had to intervene.
In the dream, I was still young and inexperienced, so I wasn't faring too well. Suddenly, Mim knocked me out of one of the glassless windows - Hoping that I would fall to my doom, I shouldn't wonder. Instead, I managed to summon a broom (not Broom) and stop my plummet earthwards. But, the broom was invisible and relied on the power of belief to keep it tangible, which was very difficult to achieve what with most of my thought going into spell-casting and attempting to remain aboard (side-saddle, of course. A witch never rides astride a broom - That's for those heathen warlocks). It was also desperately slow. I was reduced to firing spells at Mim in through the windows and avoiding her retaliatory barrages as I very slowly orbited the tower.
Then I woke up.
I wonder what it means? Perhaps it's a premonition that Mim has recovered from the effects of Merlin's germ warfare and is on her way here? I do hope so, as I lent her my butter dish years ago and would rather like it back.
* She ran a cafe and had mastered the egg in all its forms, especially the poached variety, hence her nickname (unknown to her, though - It was only my sister Indescribable and I who called her POPE - out of her earshot, of course).