The old man in the tree

I had a dream last night I was an african witch doctor. I lived in a mansion outside of which was a huge multi-story treehouse. On the bottom story people were dancing to Greenday’s Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Anyway, on another story, other witch doctors would cast spells and curses upon themselves and me, but my tapping foor curse didn’t work, as the others didn’t understand it. I left, went back downstars and discovered the tree house was badly built and really needed to be sanded down as the wood was full of splinters.