WITCH!!!!!

I'm a young child, I'm standing in a field of vibrant red poppies, they are tall and swaying in the wind, their petals nearly covering my head.

In the distance I can see a black tattered pointy hat, poking out above the sea of red.

The hat starts to move, slowly at first, then gaining momentum, travelling towards my increasing heart beat.

I know she's a witch, and nasty, but I can't imagine her face, my heart is pounding in my chest, and yet I cannot move, as if my feet are anchored to the soil below.

Perspiration is trickling down my forehead, my nose, my cheek, finding a channel in my neck into which it dissipates.

Then BAM, her contorted face is there, millimetres away from my face, breathing her acrid breath into my eyes, nose and screaming mouth.

I'm sitting bolt upright in my bed, shaking, perspiration rolling across my skin. Why are my dreams so vivid, and where the hell do they come from?