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So, last night I had a very odd dream.
In this dream, myself (or an inventor analogue of my self) and Agatha Heterodyne, the main character from the comic Girl Genius, approached an adult Draco Malfoy, who had apparently holed up in a German castle-which was in the middle of a large city, which also contained a second castle-after the events that killed Voldemort had ended. I haven't read the the last Harry Potter book, so I don't know what events those were. Apparently, Agatha and I were planning an expedition of some kind, and we wanted Draco to come along. He mentioned something about being prophesied to die if he left with us (but not until after he had a sexual escapade that would later result in a son-apparently he'd read this prophesy, and there were two ways it could go), but we argued with him until he agreed. At this point, a narrator broke in about how at the time, none of us could have known that only two of us would return, and that those two wouldn't initially know about the nature of the diseases they carried. This was said in a very scholarly manner, as though the narrator was trying to explain a historical point instead of a dramatic one.
Then we left, and found ourselves driving underwater, in some kind of SUV. However, none of us had a problem breathing underwater, because we would occasionally lean out the windows, and after a while we just got out and walked around, like there wasn't any water around. We were apparently looking for something created by Moliere, who was (in this dream) responsible for creating the First or Second Great Age of Magic, which I somehow knew we were living in. And it was supposedly stored in some kind of silo. We found the silo, with the help of Agatha's teacher from the comic-of course, we acted like he'd been part of the expedition all along. I also do not remember his name. As we were walking across the bridge, Agatha tripped and fell to one side, and was apparently sucked under a bunch of gravel. I was the only one to notice, and I managed to pull her out before she completely disappeared, but she had three long and nasty gashes on one arm. Malfoy and I held Agatha down while the teacher stitched her up as well as he could-Agatha, of course, was very unhappy and screamed in pain, while she complained about how she was always the one who got the worst injuries. Just as the teacher had finished the last stitch....I woke up.
Normally I don't try to remember my dreams, but this one was very vivid at the time, very coherent but unusual...and since I just recently woke up, I thought I'd record what I could before I lost it.
EDIT: After running some errands, I've checked and found out that the teacher's name was Dr. Beetle. I also edited a few things, such as changing "pornographic" to "sexual," since I thought "pornographic" implied I saw details of said escapade. Draco just briefly touched on it.
In this dream, myself (or an inventor analogue of my self) and Agatha Heterodyne, the main character from the comic Girl Genius, approached an adult Draco Malfoy, who had apparently holed up in a German castle-which was in the middle of a large city, which also contained a second castle-after the events that killed Voldemort had ended. I haven't read the the last Harry Potter book, so I don't know what events those were. Apparently, Agatha and I were planning an expedition of some kind, and we wanted Draco to come along. He mentioned something about being prophesied to die if he left with us (but not until after he had a sexual escapade that would later result in a son-apparently he'd read this prophesy, and there were two ways it could go), but we argued with him until he agreed. At this point, a narrator broke in about how at the time, none of us could have known that only two of us would return, and that those two wouldn't initially know about the nature of the diseases they carried. This was said in a very scholarly manner, as though the narrator was trying to explain a historical point instead of a dramatic one.
Then we left, and found ourselves driving underwater, in some kind of SUV. However, none of us had a problem breathing underwater, because we would occasionally lean out the windows, and after a while we just got out and walked around, like there wasn't any water around. We were apparently looking for something created by Moliere, who was (in this dream) responsible for creating the First or Second Great Age of Magic, which I somehow knew we were living in. And it was supposedly stored in some kind of silo. We found the silo, with the help of Agatha's teacher from the comic-of course, we acted like he'd been part of the expedition all along. I also do not remember his name. As we were walking across the bridge, Agatha tripped and fell to one side, and was apparently sucked under a bunch of gravel. I was the only one to notice, and I managed to pull her out before she completely disappeared, but she had three long and nasty gashes on one arm. Malfoy and I held Agatha down while the teacher stitched her up as well as he could-Agatha, of course, was very unhappy and screamed in pain, while she complained about how she was always the one who got the worst injuries. Just as the teacher had finished the last stitch....I woke up.
Normally I don't try to remember my dreams, but this one was very vivid at the time, very coherent but unusual...and since I just recently woke up, I thought I'd record what I could before I lost it.
EDIT: After running some errands, I've checked and found out that the teacher's name was Dr. Beetle. I also edited a few things, such as changing "pornographic" to "sexual," since I thought "pornographic" implied I saw details of said escapade. Draco just briefly touched on it.