I dreamt of the Bruja, an ageless woman who lives on a lake frozen over with scorched bones. She lives in an arcane shack surrounded by animal skulls. She has a strange chandelier necklace made from old portraits and trinkets; snakes belong on the ground, and she hangs them in the trees. They say she can tear your soul out.
She was standing there almost waiting on me like a dead tree that is curled from poor health. She never looked me in the eyes, and her hair was thin and ape-like; she spoke an unknown language, and then I understood her words. She told me that inside me were two great beasts, and one was good and the other was bad; they are always fighting, and they are killing each other. She said this is why I am sick.