It started off as a dream about Harry potter. I know it involved a bit of end of war activities and flying on broom sticks.
The next dream was more sinister and frankly a lot more terrifying. I was held hostage with my twin and we were tied to our bed posts. We were being threatened by this bitch [I called her a bitch in my head and I have no name
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