| I had a dream about Harry Potter tonight (or today, as the case might be), and when I woke up I was totally confused for a good while as to whether those where actually things that happened in the books, or if I was just making things up. I think I'll tell you all the dream, simply because I don't have anything better to be doing with my time. 
It started with some sort of drawing class. This might be because last tuesday, we webdesigners swapped teachers with the artist/painters class - they got to learn about taking pictures of their works and creating online galleries of them, and we got to learn about colour theory and also paint (I painted a woman in a kimono, though that's unrelated). Anyway, in this drawing class, I was drawing a picture of Harry screaming, for some reason, and then for some reason the picture came alive, and Harry rose through the table... all corporeal still, which was probably why he was screaming (as in, he acted - but didn't look like - a ghost)... uhm.
Anyway, then he was sort of being pulled to a room somewhere in Hogwarts, and I was following, but after a while I realised I had taken his place and now was Harry. Or perhaps Harry was me. Whatever. Anyway, in the room was lots of magic spells (look, don't ask me how I knew - I just did. You could feel it was there)... probably ones that was supposed to set of some sort of alarm when someone entered. Yeah. But they didn't when I got in, which was probably good.
So, there was this display case in there, with a crown and two differently shaped sceptres, if I recall correctly. Or perhaps 'twas only one sceptre and some other symbol of power... like a golden apple. Or a key. Whatever there was, the voices whispering in the room - I think it was the crown talking to me, but there might've been something else, I guess - told me I should open and take them, which I did. But I left the actual crown. I got the impression around then that this should really have set the alarms off, but it didn't. I think I was protected by something, though what, I don't know. Possibly the magic talking crown. Uhm.
Then I heard Dumbledore saying (though I knew he wasn't around, it was just a sort of flash-backy feel to it) that these things were important, but that if they disappeared at the start of the year, we didn't have to worry as much as if they disappeared later on, because if they disappeared later, that was a sign that the Dark Powers were getting in place to make their final move, but if earlier it was just... something else. Dun dun dun. So maybe it was the spirit of Dumbledore that had made me take those things. Oh well.
Snape and McGonagall - I guess he wasn't evil in my dreams - were talking about it, and worrying, though. I guess they applied logic to the situation and thought the Dark Powers were getting in place really rather early, instead... so they were going to set out to capture the thief, of course, at which point I got my invisibility cloak and went hiding in the attic, and then stuffed the jewels away in my trunk, because noone would think to look there.
And then I woke up.
Anyone feeling like they want to analyse this dream are welcome to. Bwahaha.
Also, if this turns out to be anything at all like the plot of book 7, I'm totally going to call myself psychic. So there. |
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