Call me Dorothy

This was, by far, the weirdest dream I have had for a long time. Unfortunately, I can't remember the overall flow of events but I'll try pick out the elements of it...

• I seemed to be Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz or, rather, I was one of a number of Dorothies.


• The Wicked Witch, chief baddy, whatever it was, I never saw it in human form, at points was chasing me through the streets of a city in the form of some monstrous hippo. Like the Dorothies there were a large number of these things. The central one, however, just before it trampled me, was outlined for a fraction of a second in bright orange.


• After I/we were trampled the central me was surprised to see that I glowed briefly in bright orange.


• When the wicked witch was not in its huge monster form it rested as some sort of plastic lawn ornament that couldn't move. I/we'd get our revenge on it by rubbing soap into its teeth.

Told you it was weird.

Usually when I have a dream with fantastic elements to it, it's usually a message from my subconscious to get writing. I'm not sure about the bit with the soap though.