Oh, Dream did love a good witch. He looooved their heads, provided they didn't go too far off the deep end.
Which sadly, he'd seen a lot of. He'd been busy as hell during the Salem Witch Trials. It was really tiring being EVERYONE in a naked dance around a fire several times a night, even if you were weaving dreams by remote control.
He grinned. He'd have to see what else Annabelle could do.