What Did I Just Dream About?

A Modern Witch Trial

This is, by far, one of the weirdest and wildest dreams I have ever had in my life. This was a reenactment of United States history in the modern day. And I was part of the committee that decided the witch's death, and I was the one that set her ablaze.

Plus, I changed my last name to protect myself.

Here's how it went down.

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I was sitting at a desk in a courtroom, listening to the testimonials of the victims of a modern dark witch who had cursed many of the people of my hometown of Kansas City, KS.

The witch's name was Jessica Anderson. She had lightly tanned skin, curly dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She just sat there, bitch face on, and just listened.

Nobody in the city liked the bitch. Not one soul. And neither did I. To tell you the truth, we all wanted her to burn.

After listening to all the testimonials, we were sent by the judge, Jenny Mathison, into a small room, the jury room, to deliberate and reach a verdict, and to decide her sentence.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," I said, "all in favor of a guilty verdict, say 'I.'"

Guess what? It was all "I's" from there!

"Well," I said, "I think we know where this about to go!"

"Of course," Angela, one of my jurymates, said. "She shall be burned to ashes for plaguing our city!"

"Exactly!"

Seconds after we reached our decisions, Judge Mathison called us back into the courtroom. And as soon as we were seated, she asked: "Jury, have you come back with a verdict?"

At this point I was quite excited. "Yes, we have, your honor," I replied, taking out a piece of paper from the pocket of my blazer. I unfolded the paper and made the announcement, which was:

"We the jury, the fabulous jury, if I do say so myself, find the defendant, Jessica Elaine Anderson, guilty of the use of witchcraft against the people of this city."

As soon as the congregation heard the word "guilty," everyone rejoiced. There was an explosion of cheers, joyful crying and hugging.

Judge Mathison pounded her gavel several times, trying to get the congregation to settle down. "Order in the court!" she yelled. "We haven't even heard the punishment yet!"

And as soon as the congregation was calm and waiting for the sentence, she said to me, "Please, sir. Continue."

"Gladly." I continued to read. "Her sentence is death by fire."

Everyone rejoiced again.

"And, your honor," I continued, putting my hand up to stop them, "I have a request to make."

"Let's hear it," Judge Mathison said.

"I would like to be the one to set this woman ablaze for her crimes, for she was the one who cursed my brother to die."

"It shall be arranged," she said. "But what time shall we begin, Mr. Stevenson? And where should we set up?"

"Your honor and Ms. Anderson," I replied, "we shall all gather at Wyandotte County Park at eight o'clock tonight for the witch burning ceremony."

"Very well, then," Judge Mathison said. And afterward, she announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, court is now adjourned."

And as I got up out of my chair and proceeded to leave, Chris, another of my fellow jurors, asked me: "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, what if you get cursed?"