My latest dream: My family and I moved into a new house, where I was tormented by a witch-ghost who looked like Julie Christie or Catherine O’Hara or both. I defeated the witch-ghost, but it didn’t matter; when the dream came to a close, we were all dead and ghosts ourselves.
Suffice to say, my description above doesn’t do the actual contents nor the atmosphere of the dream justice. It was a very complex dream, and it’s no longer fresh in my mind, so I can’t begin to relate it properly. It’s given me a good idea for a horror movie, though: I might make a screenplay out of it one day.