I dreamt of smth that can be an idea for writing. My siblings and I all didn’t perform well in our studies so our parents got rly heartbroken, disappointed in us. mum’s words can be a remedy, or even a curse. In this case, she curses us to go back to our past (I become 8 y/o again) and we are to make a choice; to learn ballet for professional at New York (why New York tho?) or learn cooking at an English old village. We choose cooking. And we end up in some sort of a village of witches where they—well, basically teach us cooking. hmm they’re kind witches but they hide the fact that it IS a village full of witches from the world.