In dreams he came . . .
Wow. Try going to sleep at 7am, and then trying to sleep through people doing construction in the basement (think helicopters flying right outside your bedroom window). You wake up after every dream, thus remembering the majority of them once you finally do get out of bed. Now that it's 6pm, I only remember a few bits and pieces . . . but yeah. Try it.
I know that the first one I can remember involved Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. I sneaked into Snape's house, and he was home. Very spacious place by the way, and nicely furnished. Big open living room, and the second floor's landing is sort of a wrap-around balcony . . . anyway. I don't remember what I was doing there, but I ran upstairs before he could see me and shut myself in his bedroom (but strangely, I didn't even look around). Then I had this desire to call 911 on him, but I don't remember why. I decided against doing so, because I thought he might hear me talking, and I didn't know his address anyway.
I decided to open the door and just sneak back out, but there in the middle of the living room, looking up at me, were Severus and Lucius. It gets kind of fuzzy here, but I gave some sort of excuse that I think they bought, and I ended up going downstairs and sitting with them. We looked at Lucius' collection of dark wizard objects. The end.
All of the other dreams kind of run together. One was a wedding or a funeral, can't remember which, at which my grandmother gave me a pair of lavender socks. My 18-year-old cousin was involved, and we were hanging out, but somewhere in there he became my History teacher. We played video games. I announced that I planned on transferring to a college in Michigan.
There are other scattered things - escalators, Digimon, my friend Danny - but none of those seem to have a place.
Anyway, I have writing to do . . . and sadly, I don't think any of those dreams can comprise my next plot point. I do, however, now have a very lovely detailed plot for my HP fanfic. Yeah, it was going to be something that one of my characters was going to write (in the blog novel), but I like it so much now, that I don't know if I can let her ruin it. She's not really the type to do this anyway. I'll give her a D/G plot or something.
We all live in a yellow submarine.
I know that the first one I can remember involved Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. I sneaked into Snape's house, and he was home. Very spacious place by the way, and nicely furnished. Big open living room, and the second floor's landing is sort of a wrap-around balcony . . . anyway. I don't remember what I was doing there, but I ran upstairs before he could see me and shut myself in his bedroom (but strangely, I didn't even look around). Then I had this desire to call 911 on him, but I don't remember why. I decided against doing so, because I thought he might hear me talking, and I didn't know his address anyway.
I decided to open the door and just sneak back out, but there in the middle of the living room, looking up at me, were Severus and Lucius. It gets kind of fuzzy here, but I gave some sort of excuse that I think they bought, and I ended up going downstairs and sitting with them. We looked at Lucius' collection of dark wizard objects. The end.
All of the other dreams kind of run together. One was a wedding or a funeral, can't remember which, at which my grandmother gave me a pair of lavender socks. My 18-year-old cousin was involved, and we were hanging out, but somewhere in there he became my History teacher. We played video games. I announced that I planned on transferring to a college in Michigan.
There are other scattered things - escalators, Digimon, my friend Danny - but none of those seem to have a place.
Anyway, I have writing to do . . . and sadly, I don't think any of those dreams can comprise my next plot point. I do, however, now have a very lovely detailed plot for my HP fanfic. Yeah, it was going to be something that one of my characters was going to write (in the blog novel), but I like it so much now, that I don't know if I can let her ruin it. She's not really the type to do this anyway. I'll give her a D/G plot or something.
We all live in a yellow submarine.