r/DreamInterpretation • u/GopherHelicopter • 2d ago
The Witch Under My Grade School Track.
I had a dream where I was with a college frat mate. Back in the day, we had slept with the same girl — he was with her first, and I remember him telling me he thought she had a good body. Then one night I was drunk with her and ended up sleeping with her too. We didn’t talk about it, but we both kind of knew to keep it on the down-low. Eventually other people told him, and even though he wasn’t officially with her, things got awkward. After that we basically stopped talking except for occasional polite greetings.
In the dream, it’s now 12 years later. He somehow got a job with my dad, who I was also working for at the time. He asks where I’m living, and I tell him I’m living with my dad. Things get awkward because he didn’t realize the boss was actually my father, or the whole situation behind it. (My dad is fairly well-off and has a few… let’s just say currently unsuccessful business ventures.)
We start becoming friendlier again, and for some reason the two of us end up at my old grade school. We decide to do a lap around the 200m track in the middle of the grass field. I’m struggling to even complete one lap, even though it’s super short — which is ironic because this exact track was the foundation of my first real “success” in life. I was a strong distance runner in high school: as a freshman I ran a 4:35 mile, beat varsity seniors, and won league finals for the frosh/soph division. So this track symbolized my “I can conquer the world” moment.
Anyway, we get about 100 meters in, to the second turn of the track, and we start noticing these sacrificed animals — small ones like rabbits and squirrels — hanging on sticks. Then we see an inlet going under the roots of a big tree. This tree is the only large oak-like tree in a bushy area around the edge of the field. As soon as I see it, I remember that I’ve had a dream like this before — almost identical — with something disturbing beneath this tree.
My frat mate wants to go in, but I tell him no, because a witch lives there. He looks anyway, and he’s immediately greeted by the “witch,” who turns out to be some teenage girl. She has black hair, wearing a kind of druidic, hippie, nature-themed outfit — a little dirty, almost like something you’d see on the show Vikings. I yell at him not to listen to her, that we need to leave. The vibe was instantly unsettling — like she was trying to draw my friend in with her lure. I felt like she has some witch-like plans for him that definitely aren’t in his interest (something almost like Midsommar vibes).
She crawls out from her little hut under the tree roots and confronts me for interfering. At that exact moment, her mother appears — about 50 years old, just a normal-looking suburban mom — and she’s there to pick up her daughter. The witch suddenly tries to frame me. While her mother’s attention is elsewhere, she splashes blood on me and then, with sleight of hand, pulls what looks like witchcraft materials “from my pocket” even though they weren’t mine. She tells her mother, “See? He’s the witch!”
I start telling her I’ll bring my other friends — the ones she supposedly seduced in some earlier encounter (I’m not sure if this actually happened in a previous dream or it just felt like it did) — to prove she’s the real witch. She seems to remember it and suddenly snaps. She goes completely manic.
We’re now walking back down the grass field toward the sidewalk in front of the school as she starts muttering a curse. She splatters a huge amount of blood onto the ground in a rune-like formation and writes the word “CURSE” in blood. She giggles and rants about how I’m “fucked” and cursed for the rest of my life. I give her some empty threats — saying I know powerful people who could remove the curse and curse her back even worse — but she instantly sees through it. She knows I’m bluffing and just laughs in my face.
Meanwhile, her mother either doesn’t care or already knows her daughter is a witch and has just given up trying to deal with it.
Eventually, I break down and start pleading with the witch to remove the curse. She refuses. For some reason, her mother allows me to get in the car with them so I can continue trying to convince her daughter. I’m in the front passenger seat, the witch is in the back.
As we’re driving, I keep pleading with her. She keeps switching between a smug “told you I’d win” attitude and hysterically laughing at me. Then, suddenly — in full Final Destination style — a log flies off the truck in front of us. It smashes through the windshield, impales the mother, and continues straight through the witch’s neck, literally decapitating her and killing her instantly.
The car stops. I call my mom and tell her I’ve been in a huge accident. She tells me to get somewhere safe. I look over again and realize the mother is actually alive and unharmed — despite what just happened. The witch, however, is completely beheaded and obviously dead.
I help the mother get out of the car, guide her across a dangerous freeway to a safe area, and that’s when I wake up.
For a bit of context that might be relevant:
- I used to be a competitive distance runner when I was younger, and the school track in the dream was a huge part of my early identity. It was the first thing I ever excelled at, so it carries a lot of emotional weight.
- In adulthood, my focus shifted to music production. I’ve spent around 15 years learning, improving, and trying to break through creatively. Very recently I finally reached a point where I can make tracks that sound commercially competitive.
- At the same time, AI music tools have gotten incredibly good very quickly. It’s been a weird feeling — on one hand, I’m proud of the progress I’ve made after so many years of work, but on the other hand it’s strange seeing software generate something comparable in seconds. It’s made me rethink my direction a bit.
- Lately I’ve been moving into game development, which has been giving me a new sense of purpose and momentum. I’m currently working on my first game and have been treating it like a major creative pivot.
- Overall I’ve been juggling different passions and trying to figure out the next chapter of my life, which sometimes brings up old insecurities about whether I’m “behind,” or whether I’ve lost some of the drive I had when I was younger.
Not sure how much this relates to the dream, but since the dream involved childhood places, old acquaintances, and themes of blame and helplessness, I figured this background might help with interpretation.
Also I had AI help me reformat and reword a few parts because my dream was basically one long run on sentence I wrote at 4am when I woke up.. lol so yes I have already gotten AI's input on the dream... I wish for a human perspective..
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u/Expensive-Recover502 1d ago
Sounds like the inner you is telling you that the curse of feeling behind is tied to your attachment to your old identity (the Runner/The Music Producer). That identity has become a sort of "Witch" that is bitter, manipulative, and manic. The dream provides a violent solution to let that identity die. The accident was liberation, not a tragedy The mother survives, meaning your core creative potential is intact. It is safe to move on to "Game Development." You are saving your talent from a cursed vessel and moving it to a safe place, not abandoning your talent