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, her hair was thin and ape-like, she spake an unknown language and then I understood her words. She told me that inside me were two great beasts, 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.