Bought Lady Antebellum's "Need you Now." I realize I'm starting to develop a drunk dial playlist, and I don't quite know what to make of that. They aren't even all country songs.

Didn't have a chance to grab more of the dream down yesterday, and now I only really remember this one bit.

There were once three witches, one good, one bad, and the enigmatic Madame Grey. It was never to be known what Madame Grey desired in her heart of hearts, or even if she had such a thing at all, but both the good witch and the bad witch woke one morning wanting desperately for a child.

And so the bad witch was sad, for she knew she was a wicked one. Nothing she ever had she could keep, not home, nor pet, certainly not a lover. Everything would have to be abandoned the next time good triumphed and she had to build her power anew. A child, one of her own, was out of the question. But oh, how she wanted. So she journeyed west, across the snow capped mountains that were cold daggers to the sky bleeding storms and terror, to home of Madame Grey. Madame sat down with her, drank tea with her, looked her deep in the eyes and said, "You will have a child, one day. But I tell you, you will not have a child until Good gives one back." No more was said, and Madame Grey quickly closed her door on the witch, her sister, who journeyed home filled with hope.

The good witch was also sad when she felt the first longings, for she knew that she was good. Tirelessly, she worked against the forces of evil, and not her jewels, her looks, nor her life she could spare herself against that fight, certainly not enough for a child. She journeyed east across the burning desert, a memory of her last war against the goblins, to the home of Madame Grey. She too took tea with the Madame, who spoke to her, "Cry no more, my sister, you will have a child. But you must make one yourself." No more was said, and the door of Madame Grey was closed upon her sister the good witch, who journeyed home mind churning with plans.