When I was little they read this story in my school to us about an Italian witch(Strega) and I fell in love with it. I have this book for my boys now.
I had a dream a few years ago about a woman like this. She never spoke. And she had this purple rice that was the color of amethyst. It was a lot of it in this wide open field that was at the base of this mountain that you had to drive down to get to it. The field looked like something out of The Sound of Music. But you could only go so far by car. When I got to a certain point, I kinda of dissolved out of the car and slid down the rice to her little house. I had someone else with me but they were greyed/blacked out like an unlocked character in a game.
The rice sat up against the side of the mountain like the sand in the rock quarries, but you couldn’t take it unless she gifted it to you. Once you crossed her property line it would dissolve out of whatever you had it in. The person that came with me tried to take some but as soon as one toe was past her property, it fell out of the sack like water. I don't know why I went to her, I don't know why she gave me some of her rice. No one spoke the entire dream. I just nodded my thanks and that was it.