Last night I dreamt that I had a twin sister. We were raised into a magic family, and were both going to be powerful witches, but the power required us to always work together. We were taught that when we were 18 one of us would go blind and become the most powerful person alive (in terms of magic), and the other would be required to assist the blind sister, but also the power would come from the sighted sister, in the sense that using the power for magic, or especially for negative magic purposes, the sighted sister would be drained like a battery and become unable to care for the blind sister. This was to maintain balance and keep us together. We were carefully raised to love each other more than anyone around us, to prevent us from abusing each other or our power when we got older. On our 13th birthday a prophecy told I would become the blind sorceress and my sister would become my support. So for the next five year our families devoted teaching, time and energy into preparing us for this outcome. The day before our 18th birthday my sister woke up blind, revealing that our all our planning and learning had been wrong, backwards. And I guess forcing us to work together even more than we might have otherwise. I’m not sure, since this is about when someone sat in the parking lot next to my house blasting some crazy hip-hop and waking me up.
If I wasn’t already stretched so thin, I’d seriously consider devoting some time to writing a book of short stories, fairytales really, based on my dreams.