When I was eight years old I had a dream about my brother's friend, Eve, a girl who lived literally only four houses away from me. Her house, though, marked the entrance to the woods which I have always been afraid of. A part of the woods is directly connected to Eve's back yard. At the time, my mother had recently barred Eve from coming to my house and hanging out with my brothers and I. My brother Paul was allowed to go see her at her house but was not allowed to take his two younger brothers or me with him. I believe my mother barred her because she sensed that she was a witch. Eve had never done anything to not be allowed in our house, so it is the only thing that makes sense especially after the dream I had. I also sense that she was a witch because she used to give me trinkets and things. She took a special liking to me and gave me bracelets and small Sterling silver statues of animals.
In the dream, I walked from my house to Eve's house and knocked on the door. The door opened when I knocked on it and I went inside. Inside, I saw potted and hanging plants everywhere, statues, Egyptian and African art pieces, tribal masks hanging from nails in the wall, but no Eve.
I didn't stay in her house because I had this overwhelming sense of fear. I got out of there and tried to walk back to my house but something literally dragged me out to her back yard. In her back yard I could see the Grecian style birdbath, the gardens she had planted that lined the back of her house, the neatly mowed and bright green lawn, the area of woods that was connected, and a hammock tied to two trees. In front of the birdbath and slightly to the right of my vision stood Eve.
She wore a black dress that went up to her neck and down to her ankles. The sleeves were long, they reached to her wrists. All in all, the dress she wore reminded me of the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz and I think that it *was* a metaphysical way to say that she really was, in fact, a witch. In the dream she smiled at me, and told me that it would be okay. She said that she would help me and that I could explore her house whenever I wanted to.
I was happy when she told me this, I was filled with light.
Out of the blue, Eve lifted her right hand to run her fingers through her dark hair (I can't remember if it was short or long for some reason.) I watched her fingers curl into a gripped fist in her hair, as she proceeded to pull her head up from her neck and hold it in her arms like the headless horseman! There was no blood and she was still smiling, but it scared the crap out of me. I closed my eyes tight and kept blinking until I finally woke up.
The whole day following was a normal one for me, even though I was still shaken up by the dream I had. I came home from school with my brothers Dan and Ryan to see my brother Paul and my parents sitting in the living room, Paul looked distraught and very sad. My mother looked at me and Ryan and then back to Dan again.
"What's wrong?" Dan asked.
"Paul's friend, Eve, died in an accident last night."
"She was," She looked at Ryan and I again, questioning whether or not to continue, "She was rear ended at the Mass Turn Pike trying to pay a toll." Another pause, "She was decapitated."
Decapitated, of course, was not one of the words that I learned in fourth grade spelling. I asked what it meant and my mother said, "Nothing, sweetie, it just means that we won't see her again until we are with our lord in heaven."
I didn't know what it meant and I didn't understand why Paul was so sad. He spent the rest of the night reading in his bedroom. After that dream though, I needed to know. I went down to his basement bedroom to ask him what the word "decapitated" meant. It was visibly obvious that he was shaken with anxiety. He told me that Eve had lost her head.
The odd thing was, I wasn't afraid or sickened by the images. I was sad for my brother and yet I felt a sense of fulfillment in knowing that Eve would forever be okay.
I had many dreams about Eve for a few years following the experience. I believe that she existed as a guide for me because of her past as a witch, but since I've moved to Canada, I haven't had any dreams about her.
There are many, many, more experiences like this that have shaped my thoughts and my direction.
That's all for now