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I had the strangggggeeeeesssst dream.
So, Joel was Harry Potter, and Matt S was Ron, and I was more like Neville than anything, but status wise I was basically Hermione. But we all looked normal, and the only reason I was a Neville is because I wasn't great at magic, but when I could perform certain spells, they were elite in nature. So, we are in this giant park, running from Death Eaters at night, and I am freaking because I got split up from them, and I'm not great at magic. Well, eventually I find a mausoleum, and naturally I ran inside.. When I got in, it was like a giant hall, and there was a death eater convention going on, and Voldemort was heading it up. So i booked it to a closet, and hid. Well, a second later Matt ran in, and I was quite relieved. He was happy that we escaped, and then he was like "OMG, want to see this new spell I learned?" I didn't think much of it, and I decided it was a great idea, and then he lifted his wand and started to say "Avada Keda..." so at that moment I slapped his wand out of his and started to like, beat the shit out of him. But it was really gruesome, like sorta like the scene in Pan's Labrynth when he beats that guys face in. Then he shifted back into Voldemort, and I realized what was going on, so I started to run. Well, Voldemort was flying after me, and i was freaking out. Then i remember the prophecy, and I thought to myself that I could be a great wizard if I just try. So I jumped up, and started to fly, without a broomstick! But I kept falling all over the place, and I was slightly worried about flying long distances, so I found a place to hide. Well, the exact same thing happened again, but with Joel, except this time, he didn't ask if I wanted to see a spell, he just did it. But for some reason it just didn't work. But the scary thing was, he didn't shape shift, so I'm still not sure if it was Joel or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. So I took off, and started to fly. I eventually hit the highway, and tried to hide in the woods on either side. Well, after a few minutes, Joel and Matt found me, and told me Voldemort was heading to America to cause mayhem, and we had to get there. So they took off to get to America, and left me there. So I decided to fly. I wasn't sure if there had ever been a transatlantic no-broomstick flight, but I was going to attempt it. Midway, I started to fall, and I cascaded slowly downward until I was engulfed in the atlantic. And I struggled there, for the rest of my dream, drowning.
The End. Is that not the weirdest shit ever?
So, Joel was Harry Potter, and Matt S was Ron, and I was more like Neville than anything, but status wise I was basically Hermione. But we all looked normal, and the only reason I was a Neville is because I wasn't great at magic, but when I could perform certain spells, they were elite in nature. So, we are in this giant park, running from Death Eaters at night, and I am freaking because I got split up from them, and I'm not great at magic. Well, eventually I find a mausoleum, and naturally I ran inside.. When I got in, it was like a giant hall, and there was a death eater convention going on, and Voldemort was heading it up. So i booked it to a closet, and hid. Well, a second later Matt ran in, and I was quite relieved. He was happy that we escaped, and then he was like "OMG, want to see this new spell I learned?" I didn't think much of it, and I decided it was a great idea, and then he lifted his wand and started to say "Avada Keda..." so at that moment I slapped his wand out of his and started to like, beat the shit out of him. But it was really gruesome, like sorta like the scene in Pan's Labrynth when he beats that guys face in. Then he shifted back into Voldemort, and I realized what was going on, so I started to run. Well, Voldemort was flying after me, and i was freaking out. Then i remember the prophecy, and I thought to myself that I could be a great wizard if I just try. So I jumped up, and started to fly, without a broomstick! But I kept falling all over the place, and I was slightly worried about flying long distances, so I found a place to hide. Well, the exact same thing happened again, but with Joel, except this time, he didn't ask if I wanted to see a spell, he just did it. But for some reason it just didn't work. But the scary thing was, he didn't shape shift, so I'm still not sure if it was Joel or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. So I took off, and started to fly. I eventually hit the highway, and tried to hide in the woods on either side. Well, after a few minutes, Joel and Matt found me, and told me Voldemort was heading to America to cause mayhem, and we had to get there. So they took off to get to America, and left me there. So I decided to fly. I wasn't sure if there had ever been a transatlantic no-broomstick flight, but I was going to attempt it. Midway, I started to fall, and I cascaded slowly downward until I was engulfed in the atlantic. And I struggled there, for the rest of my dream, drowning.
The End. Is that not the weirdest shit ever?