The Witch and the City of Layered Water

Dream recorded: 10/16/2026

I had a dream about a fucking annoying-ass witch again.

A damn witch was after me, grabbing my feet and trying to pull me, but she couldn’t.

Something about 3-3-1-4, I think. Definitely 3-3.

And she was trying to grab me.

I said, “Stop. No,” annoyed.

And she grabbed my feet, but she couldn’t.

I just watched her trying so hard. I was more annoyed that she kept bothering me.

All she could do was grab the covers.

And I actually woke up, turned on my TV for light, and saw that all my covers were on the floor.

Dream 2

There was a gorgeous town I’ve never been to before.

It was during the day, bright, shiny.

There were a bunch of people, a community.

Everybody had land.

The town was complaining, though, not bad, but about something, maybe the ranchers.

They were mentioning land people owned stacked up too close next to each other.

A woman was demonstrating how the land was too stacked.

Then we went on a boat trip through the town, and it was the most beautiful trip.

The boat was long and narrow, not an engine boat, but I don’t remember seeing paddles.

The front and back were curved up like an elf shoe.

The person navigating it was slightly above me. Just one person, I think, was navigating it.

We were in the water.

I thought this place was somewhere ancient.

I said, “Who designed this?”

And they said it was built six years ago.

I was shocked.

I’ve never seen architecture like this before.

Six years sounded too new.

There were so many layers to this canal or river.

The water was calm.

We were in a long boat.

It was beautiful, like we were in a rainforest.

We were going above and underwater, but our boat was open, so not submerged.

The river had architecture I’ve never seen before, and there were all these different rafts above us, like going under a bridge of water.

So many layers to this river or canal.

And I remember looking up, and there was more water, more boats, more of the town on the side.

And then we’d go above the town, still on water, like a hill of water.

And we’d go under the town, still on water.

And the whole trip was us on water.

Everything was just full of life, beautiful, green, fertile.