wicked witches

i dreamt that i was superman.

i was gracefully flying around the world, enjoying the sights with the use of my physical prowess.

when suddenly a pack of wild witches began to chase me and chase me. the thought of being caught filled me with a sense of dread. and i didn't know why. even if i knew that these fears were unwarranted.

i tried to dive deeply into the ocean, i tried to zoom in between large sky scrapers in Tokyo and Hong Kong...

i even told myself that i could fly out of the earth's orbit and spin the earth backwards if i wanted to, and witches probably couldn't do that. but for some reason, i could not follow through. i tried reassuring myself of this, but to no avail. i kept second guessing myself and i just could not speed away in the lightning quick manner that i normally would.

i didn't know what they would do to me, or when they would finally catch me... so i was filled with such anxiety. all i could do was keep running away until i woke up, deeply dissatisfied with myself.

my analysis of this vivid dream:
1. these were left over visuals from the time i sat there and watched Shrek Forever After 3 times in a row and the imagery of the wicked green witches chasing down ogres really stayed with me, i guess.

2. it may be a physical representation of my mental state these days. as superman: a recognition of my self-worth and yet, a clear signifier of the inability to deliver myself from the things/people that force me to question my strength, dignity, and self-esteem.... ultimately, an illustration of my lack of control.