It started in a store type thing in the olden days. Me and some other girl where running away from a witch, but we ended up stumbling into this room and becoming trapped. The witch then entered and used her magic block (?) to put us to a death-sleep. She did this by sort of whacking us on the head with it. I went first, but she realized that she needed me for something later, so she told me to go back into the store. I heard her curse the other girl, and then come into the store. I actually was hiding in the back from the witch, but suddenly it became present day and I was ME and the witch was my mom. It seems that the store was a family store. She was still holding the "block" but it had turned into a movie. (It was the same shape as a movie originally.)
She was leaving the store with my sister, and I was staying hidden. Customers were coming in the door as they were leaving and they inquired about who to ask for service seeing as how they were departing. At that point my mother pointed to where I was hiding and told them to talk to me.
Then I got really pissed off, and started to yell "FUCK YOU!!" at her at the top of my lungs. Over and over, I screamed, while the customers watched. Finally my mom just said, "What's wrong with you?" and I knew she was trying to hide something from the customers, so I screamed back at her that she had whacked me with a movie in the other room and now I was an abused child. To that, the customers looked shocked.
I was looking at them, and I realized that they were two black friends. I recognized one to have been a coworker of mine, and I inquired about the welfare of the business we used to work for. Then, again Mom asked her same old boring, "What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?"
I was even more enraged than before, and at that point I let her have it. "You MADE ME THE WAY I AM, SO DON'T SAY ANYTHING! IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT!!!" and with that, I grabbed a movie off a shelf and shoved her into it, then tossed her out the window.
Then I watched the scene going on outside, and in a sequence it turned back into the olden days, and there was a man outside holding a broken sword, and I had turned into that mans son. I guess my mind didn't like this idea, so I just became an observor. The young man was looking at his father thinking he was in kahoots to murder the five kings he was defending. The broken sword pieces he held were magickal or mystical in some way. The younger was a type of super hero or something who could perform curses and such, and he spoke out loud.
"If I curse that the holder of the sword drop dead if he has ill intentions towards my five kings, and my father dies, I will know."
But for some reason, he didn't curse him, but the scene changed and I got a good view of the pointed edge of the broken sword.
Then, we were at a castle in England, and there's a narrator or something in the backround giving commentary on what is happening. Kind of like ESPN or something. A history lesson.
He tells the audience (myself) that people in the dark ages went through a horrible time, and women were the most repressed of all. It showed a group of people crouching along a 2-foot-wide ledge with a sheer drop on the castle. They were trying to shield themselves from the storm which was absolutely raging by this time. Stones from the ledge where breaking off and falling, but the women in their long flowing dresses, and the men where holding on pretty well. Until one man tripped, and since the ledge was on an angle, they all went tumbling down, until the ledge suddenly dropped off, and all the people fell to their deaths.
I saw in horror the broken bodies of the women, and the men flying through the air trying to land on them to cushion their falls. (This was the repression the narrator guy mentioned, apparantly.)
I even saw one lady's head loll to my view. A trickle of blood was running from her mouth.
Then, the father guy shows up with a group of other guys, and a large stretcher-type thing. They are there to collect the bodies.
The younger guy shows up, but now he's in superhero mode, with all black getup, on a black horse, with a long black cape that is blowing in the wind.. (a little too much.).