First Nightmare

I was younger than 4 when I had this dream, though I can't recall precisely how old I was.

I was on a beach, with my back to the waves.  The shore was sandy up to a point, and then thick, dark woods like the kind you see in a bayou with Spanish moss and thick underbrush devoured any further sight beyond the beach itself.  As I walked there were these little piles of sand, and feet beneath these.  The feet weren't sticking out as though someone were not entirely buried, but sitting flat as though there should've been someone standing atop them, but there was not.  Only the parts where the people should've been attached were buried so that the heels were covered in the sand.

As I walked along the feet got bigger and stranger and oddly colored.  Finally I reached a set of feet that were green and big and kind of hairy.  A column of twisting, twirling smoke, like the smoke from incense, but far thicker and more of it, like someone had been burning a whole box only all at once, rose from the feet and a witch appeared.  She was your traditional witch, with green face and pointy hat and a nose to match.  I was frozen and she looked at me and laughed and I was so scared.  Then, simultaneously the best and worst part about dreams...

...I woke up.