Dream Title The Crone Title: the crone. pen name: Rosie Date of Dream Unknown Dream I am on the old farm of my grandparents. It is long since abandoned, but the house still stands. It is twilight on the prairie, and the sun will set in a couple of hours. There is no one around but me, and I hear only the buzzing of bottle flys and the wind moving slowly through the overgrown wheat fields. I enter the house, and now the lighting is dim, the house is empty save for some old papers strewn here and there, old refuse of a life once lived here. The old blue and white curtains still hang in the window, but they are faded and worn. I go up the stairs to the attic. Here, there are old things on the floor: some old satin cushions and pages from an old calendar. In the far corner, I see a bit of light shining from under a folding screen. As I approach, I see the claw foot legs of a bathtub. From behind the screen comes marching an old crone, naked from the waist up and clad in old-lady bloomers made of faded white eyelet. She wears a p! ! urple velvet choker around her neck and carries a big iron mace in her hand. She is marching furiously and determinedly towards me. With each step, she brings her knees to her chest, and raises the mace. She takes the choker from her neck and places it around mine. I look behind the folding screen and see my grandfather lying dead under the water of the bathtub. The crone has killed him. Comments by Dreamer This is a dream I had long ago, and I have never forgotten it in all its detail. I would welcome any interpretations. Permission to Comment yes_share_comments Permission Comments
