I am dreaming. I know it's a dream because I'm alone. I'm alone in the darkness-- I never turn off the light when I'm alone. I walk heading nowhere. Suddenly, I meet my deceased mother. She warnes me not to wander around. She tells me to go back to my wife. But, I walk anyway. I walk for a long time. I stumble into two witches. They are looking at a boiling pot in front of them. I don't know if it's really boiling, but that's how it looks to me. I realize they are the witches in Macbeth. One is missing. The witches look at me. One turns around to the other and says to her. "He hath arrived." The other looks up. I'm confused now. She talks to me. "You have chosen to become one of us." I protest. "But, I'm a guy." "I can't be a witch!!" The two speaks to me. "It doesn't matter." "You came here on your own will." I try to run. To run away from them. But, I find I'm running into the witches. I hear them laughing... "You are one of us now." I yell only to find that I'm laughing with them. I look left. I see the taller witch. It's the girl in my dream. I look right. It's my wife. My eyes are bleeding. I guess I'm crying again. I scream. "Gwarkwarkk......" I wake up. My wife brings me a glass of water. "Don't worry Mike.." "It's over." ---Thaks for reading...--- Michael J. Chang. changmj@gusun.georgetown.edu