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Not much news in the realm of ... Whose is this realm, anyway? Oh, wait, it's mine. Never mind.
Really creepy and long dream, however. Dreamt I was the hero in this huge ornate building. I dream in very vivid colour, and in full control, and if something doesn't go my way I say fuck that and either wake up or twist it irredeemably.
First was a class in the middle of a mall-like hallway in the right area of the building, that kind of calm blue and grey walls with large glass panels to let the sun through on the top. The floor was glassy too, but marble and difficult to slip on, like carpet. No stores, but the impression of their glassy fronts along the areas, and people seemed to be walking around when I bothered to notice, but if I was focused on a particular thing, such as the lesson, then I could not see or hear them. No impressions, even.
Anyway, the sun shone through the glass far above our heads, and I remember feeling a bit blinded, in that odd way that everything is just a little too bright to focus on. I stood facing left, right next to a beautifully calm fountain. The ledge around it was a grey-white stone, and the water was extraordinarily blue. I looked up at the ceiling then, about three stories above my head. I wore a cloak that adjusted itself when I looked up, I remember that. Black, or nearly so. There was even red fish in it, and a statue of a rearing horseman, darker than the stone around the fountain, but I supposed that was just because I was looking into the sun and blue sky above it.
The teacher, a short cloaked figure, called me back to the present, and a few students giggled. I stared at them, my eyes wide in that "learn what I can, figure wtf is going on later." The person waved a hand and a glowing hoop, looking identical to one of those glow-in-the-dark necklaces that have some chemical in them to make them glow, dropped from the second floor to me. There was a system of clear plastic tubes above, making swishing noises. It was colourful, changing every second even as I watched, and I touched it. I began to fly, which was the point of the lesson, by just touching it. Others already were, but they faded quickly, and I was left marveling at myself in midair, one hand gripping the circlet.
I flew for a bit, more for introspective purposes than anything else, and was roughly reprimanded for being too much in the open a moment later.
I was brought back through the mall, walking right through the intersection between the corner and the fountain, with a hand tight on my upper arm and feeling very confused and a little bit plain curious. A detached part of me felt amused, however, and watched. I flipped from third person to first often then, eventually sticking with first. Someone was in front of me, black cloak flapping a little as they walked briskly along, one arm stetched behind and dragging me along. They let me go as we turned the corner, walking directly away from the fountain, into a dark but wide corridor.
Whoever it was (and I assume McGonagall) turned to talk to someone who watched me speculatively, nodding occasionally. I clutched my wand and realized I had one, when one of those bright discs zoomed up. I grabbed it and then left it in front of me, where it waited. The plastic tubing with discs did not come down this dark place, and it glowed much brighter in the dark. It was a completely carpeted (ceiling, walls, floor, etc) hallway, all dark carpets, and a low ceiling, but it was wide.
I looked up as someone walked over to me, holding my wand tightly as a man smiled at me. (He resembled Arvin Sloane, for those who watch ALIAS) He began to speak, dressed in black, with the odd assumption from me that it was a suit, though there was no white shirt or coloured tie. I focused on his face, saw the dark but seemingly friendly eyes and grey scraggly beard. He smiled several times, and was very friendly.
There was some backstory, but I remember as extremely intriguing, and all about something I did that was Very Important. In a good way. I was happy, unsurprised though I should have been at least startled. It made me very heroic, and all, this backstory. To my shame, I cannot remember the words of it, though I did actually tell myself a story.
And then I looked up, at the end of the dark hallway.
This is the weirdest, by far. I saw this huge indoor waterpark. I was suddenly standing at the edge of the hallway, the elderly-but-not-ancient man standing beside me, hand on my shoulder. I gaped at it (3rd person), (1st person) noticing the ledge beneath me only after I'd taken in the view.
It was blue, with that white paint you usually see in indoor waterparks. It stretched up very far above me, with a wall of large thick glass panes at the back of the room, which was to my left. There was most definitely a ceiling, but it was the white colour of the walls, which all reflected blue from the water. My first impression was that tall, curling, tubed waterslides decorating it in greens and blues, and waterfalls between, falling on the tiles. There was no pool, as a slow, manmade and chlorinated river began a foot below the black carpeted cliff at my feet, and twisted around in a big arc, following the shape of the wall of glass, which was sort of like a half sphere, extending outward. The glass was dulled, so I couldn't see outside, but the residual light that got through was soft but bright.
Me in my cloak standing gaping became me in a white boat on the river, with, of all things, a redhaired, freckled boy who looked nothing like the movie!Ron, but was definitely him. He grinned, friendly, and waved his own glowing circlet, which alternated between orange and green. He said things, too, like "Bloody brilliant" and "Hello there." The odd thing was that he said my name, but it wasn't Amanda (my rl name), and it wasn't Harry. It was just my name. He was just out of my reach, however, and quickly faded as the river drew us on.
The Sloane man grinned at me, now dressed with a white shirt and beige pants, and I realize I had on a white shirt as well, more of a school uniform type though. He continued telling the story to me as I listened intently. He stopped after a bit, as I caught sight of my glowing disc. It was at the bottom of the clear light blue river, and I put my hand in and grabbed it, marveling at how shallow the water was. It came alive when I closed my hand around it, and then it yanked my arm out of the water, wrenching it.
I flew out of the boat, feeling like I was floating with all the sight of soaring. I flew back to the dark hallway and saw Ron again, with a few other friends, but they never became definite. All wore cloaks, including me.
I noted that there was a boy's bathroom off to my left, which I hadn't seen when I walked in. Carpeted stairs rose to about chest height, went through a short raised tunnel with sconces, and went back down again on the other side.
Someone ascended the stairs and I ran up after, worried I'd lose them if they went in there. I never entered myself, only called their name and stood for a moment, then looked down to see Dumbledore watching me from down the stairs. Men and boys passed me, paying no attention, though I wondered why they wouldn't object to a girl there. I didn't really believe I was a boy, but everyone else evidently assumed I was.
I glanced at the washroom a last time and walked fast down the stairs towards the assembled wizards. The blue light of the mall was in front of me, shining onto Dumbledore and his company's cloaked backs.
The next thing I knew, I was back near the waterpark. The river had ended, and I was out of the boat, left to stare back at the river. There was yellow sand beneath my toes (which is v. weird as sand is not really yellow), and people relaxing and playing on the beach around me. The waterpark was still there, and the beach from the ground looked manmade, with the same white walls around it.
I remembered my disc, wand hidden back in my cloaks, and it appeared. I waved to a family friend and her daughter and son, both asleep, and she called something to me. I grinned and waved the disc at her, and she nodded and watched me as I aimed it at the ceiling-less blue sky and flew up, both hands gripping the circlet. I could hold on loosely with one hand and fly, in whatever position I wanted. I glanced down at everyone, sighed, and flew back to the indoor beach. No recollection of landing.
Anyway, the next scene was in a classroom, much like Lupin's in PoA (Boggart room), but smaller. A group of students in cloaks huddled against the corner, worried over something that was coming. I was frightened to death, but showed nothing, and I remember Dumbledore telling us that one of us would be chosen to die and consumed/smashed/cursed. I shook my head, short messy black hair occasionally molding into long brown hair.
I was so scared. There were these awful thumps, and we all had our wands but Dumbledore was watching us sadly, standing only a few feet away from us. I began to get teary and angry at the same time, as Padma Patil and Lavender Brown began to cry behind me, while Neville just shook. We pressed ourselves into the corner as the large footsteps down the hallway outside the door boomed, then stopped.
The closet in front of us, where Dumbledore formerly stood, burst open and a huge head roared at us. Neville was sweating something awful as it pulled itself out, the door shattering inwards at the same time. It grew impossibly taller and larger, peering at us. It was so ugly, but so vicious-looking. I was terrified, but poor Neville looked to be fainting. The yellow eyes peered at him, and he dropped his wand, still standing in front of all of us protectively. I was terrified that it was going to break his ribs. That was the specified fear.
A massive fisted hand drew back and I snapped. I had moved to the edges of the room while it terrorized us, and was very close to the door. I saw that hand raise and was so angry because it could not kill Neville, it couldn't kill him, but it would kill him and hurt him if I allowed that monster to touch him. He was brave for protecting everyone else, standing in front purposely... Heroism like that shouldn't be destroyed so easily.
So, to distract the monster, I raced out of the room, threw something at it, yelled, and ran down the hallway to the room next to the one I was in, which had an adjoining door.
Dumbledore had seen the act, god knows how, and felt to me very satisfied and approving. The monster lunged off towards where I disappeared with a snarl of rage, and the students -my friends- quivered in silence.
Footsteps again pounded down to where I was, down the red-carpeted hallway. My heart pounded, but I didn't smile at my small victory -not yet. He swung something and the door to the room I was in now shattered open. I raised my arms to protect my face and screamed. Before it had stopped, though, I was already tugging on the door handle to return to the room where Neville and the rest were.
Then began a chase. I would run into the classroom, run out into the hall, then back into the classroom next to it, and back into the first classroom. Three-roomed circus, as it were.
The monster now resembled a werewolf, and time ended. It disappeared slowly and painfully, its own blood dripping from it. I watched it, then collapsed to the floor. I was exhausted by then.
As it was, Dumbledore and McGonagall found me right away. Dumbledore first picked me up in front of the other students, gathered around me, who were a little bit shell-shocked but happy, and levitated me to the Great Hall, which was oddly full of students and teachers. They talked in awed whispers, though I was too sleepy to care much.
I was bleeding rather freely from my arm by then, a wound caused by a rather large splinter. Dumbledore Apparated, now seated at the Head Table, leaving me floating in midair. Dumbledore waved his wand, and I watched, fascinated in my exhausted state, as the white gauze wrapped and tied itself neatly.
He gave me a quiet, introspective talk in front of the hall, asking me why I acted the way I did. I replied with something noble, and he seemed pleased. I was happy that everyone was alive, of course, though Dumbledore seemed oddly worried as he frowned into his pumpkin juice.
I mostly closed my eyes then, unable to move for weakness, and only half-watched as I was brought into a room behind the Head Table.
I woke up then, staring up at Michael Vaughn and Jack Bristow. I felt very short for a sudden, then realized I was kneeling. Both bent down quickly to help me, but my father (because that was what he was in the dream) got there faster and helped me up, treating me very carefully. He spoke harshly to me though, and I smiled dizzily 'cause I knew it was only because he was scared for me, or something. He let go of my unhurt arm after a moment, and left. We watched him leave, before Vaughn turned to me and quickly gave me a rundown.
"Do you know what you did? Syd, you stopped this- this monster from killing someone. A friend of yours, even. You. Out of hundreds of people who've had this chance, only you were brave enough to fight him properly." I muttered something like "I knew that, thanks," but he just grinned and directed me to a small, cramped room, that looked oddly like a train carriage.
Neville and the others greeted me with kind of a shocked awe when I walked in, but I had little energy to smile at them. Most of them sort of stared, and one of us talked -must have been Neville and I, but I can't remember what was said. I think it was that now I'd defeated the monster once, he'd come back and kill them all instead of just one per year.
I was feeling rather elated by then and didn't take much notice of it, and then I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I left the carriage and walked into the next, where a toilet with a wooden edge sat. I sat down and undid the belt, pulling down the pants to find that I was indeed a boy, and how the hell do I aim?
I had just begun to use the bathroom (seriously, this was very creepy), when Jack Bristow entered and sat in the seat across from me, a table covering our laps. He didn't appear to notice I was using the facilities, nor that I was a boy. He kept calling me Sydney, and explained to me what Neville had told me, only in more detail. Something about how to keep it from doing that we had to kill it, but we had to feed it a person, like Irina Derevko, my mother in the dream. Or me.
I still using the toilet when he left, and then Irina slipped in to the seat he vacated. I groaned then and banged my head on the table as she talked, clearly dangerous but still my mom. I was Sydney to her.
And then the first attack began, outside in the Great Hall, heralded by screams. Irina and I looked up, me wide-eyed and terrified and her worried. The huge PoAmovie!werewolf picked up one of the tables with his claws amid panicking students, roared, and chucked it at my third person camera, and then I woke up.
THE END
((btw, I did not wet myself. But I did have to go to the bathroom when I woke up. The nap that founded the dream lasted 3 hours, and I did not move, according to my cat, who leaves if I shift at all))
Really creepy and long dream, however. Dreamt I was the hero in this huge ornate building. I dream in very vivid colour, and in full control, and if something doesn't go my way I say fuck that and either wake up or twist it irredeemably.
First was a class in the middle of a mall-like hallway in the right area of the building, that kind of calm blue and grey walls with large glass panels to let the sun through on the top. The floor was glassy too, but marble and difficult to slip on, like carpet. No stores, but the impression of their glassy fronts along the areas, and people seemed to be walking around when I bothered to notice, but if I was focused on a particular thing, such as the lesson, then I could not see or hear them. No impressions, even.
Anyway, the sun shone through the glass far above our heads, and I remember feeling a bit blinded, in that odd way that everything is just a little too bright to focus on. I stood facing left, right next to a beautifully calm fountain. The ledge around it was a grey-white stone, and the water was extraordinarily blue. I looked up at the ceiling then, about three stories above my head. I wore a cloak that adjusted itself when I looked up, I remember that. Black, or nearly so. There was even red fish in it, and a statue of a rearing horseman, darker than the stone around the fountain, but I supposed that was just because I was looking into the sun and blue sky above it.
The teacher, a short cloaked figure, called me back to the present, and a few students giggled. I stared at them, my eyes wide in that "learn what I can, figure wtf is going on later." The person waved a hand and a glowing hoop, looking identical to one of those glow-in-the-dark necklaces that have some chemical in them to make them glow, dropped from the second floor to me. There was a system of clear plastic tubes above, making swishing noises. It was colourful, changing every second even as I watched, and I touched it. I began to fly, which was the point of the lesson, by just touching it. Others already were, but they faded quickly, and I was left marveling at myself in midair, one hand gripping the circlet.
I flew for a bit, more for introspective purposes than anything else, and was roughly reprimanded for being too much in the open a moment later.
I was brought back through the mall, walking right through the intersection between the corner and the fountain, with a hand tight on my upper arm and feeling very confused and a little bit plain curious. A detached part of me felt amused, however, and watched. I flipped from third person to first often then, eventually sticking with first. Someone was in front of me, black cloak flapping a little as they walked briskly along, one arm stetched behind and dragging me along. They let me go as we turned the corner, walking directly away from the fountain, into a dark but wide corridor.
Whoever it was (and I assume McGonagall) turned to talk to someone who watched me speculatively, nodding occasionally. I clutched my wand and realized I had one, when one of those bright discs zoomed up. I grabbed it and then left it in front of me, where it waited. The plastic tubing with discs did not come down this dark place, and it glowed much brighter in the dark. It was a completely carpeted (ceiling, walls, floor, etc) hallway, all dark carpets, and a low ceiling, but it was wide.
I looked up as someone walked over to me, holding my wand tightly as a man smiled at me. (He resembled Arvin Sloane, for those who watch ALIAS) He began to speak, dressed in black, with the odd assumption from me that it was a suit, though there was no white shirt or coloured tie. I focused on his face, saw the dark but seemingly friendly eyes and grey scraggly beard. He smiled several times, and was very friendly.
There was some backstory, but I remember as extremely intriguing, and all about something I did that was Very Important. In a good way. I was happy, unsurprised though I should have been at least startled. It made me very heroic, and all, this backstory. To my shame, I cannot remember the words of it, though I did actually tell myself a story.
And then I looked up, at the end of the dark hallway.
This is the weirdest, by far. I saw this huge indoor waterpark. I was suddenly standing at the edge of the hallway, the elderly-but-not-ancient man standing beside me, hand on my shoulder. I gaped at it (3rd person), (1st person) noticing the ledge beneath me only after I'd taken in the view.
It was blue, with that white paint you usually see in indoor waterparks. It stretched up very far above me, with a wall of large thick glass panes at the back of the room, which was to my left. There was most definitely a ceiling, but it was the white colour of the walls, which all reflected blue from the water. My first impression was that tall, curling, tubed waterslides decorating it in greens and blues, and waterfalls between, falling on the tiles. There was no pool, as a slow, manmade and chlorinated river began a foot below the black carpeted cliff at my feet, and twisted around in a big arc, following the shape of the wall of glass, which was sort of like a half sphere, extending outward. The glass was dulled, so I couldn't see outside, but the residual light that got through was soft but bright.
Me in my cloak standing gaping became me in a white boat on the river, with, of all things, a redhaired, freckled boy who looked nothing like the movie!Ron, but was definitely him. He grinned, friendly, and waved his own glowing circlet, which alternated between orange and green. He said things, too, like "Bloody brilliant" and "Hello there." The odd thing was that he said my name, but it wasn't Amanda (my rl name), and it wasn't Harry. It was just my name. He was just out of my reach, however, and quickly faded as the river drew us on.
The Sloane man grinned at me, now dressed with a white shirt and beige pants, and I realize I had on a white shirt as well, more of a school uniform type though. He continued telling the story to me as I listened intently. He stopped after a bit, as I caught sight of my glowing disc. It was at the bottom of the clear light blue river, and I put my hand in and grabbed it, marveling at how shallow the water was. It came alive when I closed my hand around it, and then it yanked my arm out of the water, wrenching it.
I flew out of the boat, feeling like I was floating with all the sight of soaring. I flew back to the dark hallway and saw Ron again, with a few other friends, but they never became definite. All wore cloaks, including me.
I noted that there was a boy's bathroom off to my left, which I hadn't seen when I walked in. Carpeted stairs rose to about chest height, went through a short raised tunnel with sconces, and went back down again on the other side.
Someone ascended the stairs and I ran up after, worried I'd lose them if they went in there. I never entered myself, only called their name and stood for a moment, then looked down to see Dumbledore watching me from down the stairs. Men and boys passed me, paying no attention, though I wondered why they wouldn't object to a girl there. I didn't really believe I was a boy, but everyone else evidently assumed I was.
I glanced at the washroom a last time and walked fast down the stairs towards the assembled wizards. The blue light of the mall was in front of me, shining onto Dumbledore and his company's cloaked backs.
The next thing I knew, I was back near the waterpark. The river had ended, and I was out of the boat, left to stare back at the river. There was yellow sand beneath my toes (which is v. weird as sand is not really yellow), and people relaxing and playing on the beach around me. The waterpark was still there, and the beach from the ground looked manmade, with the same white walls around it.
I remembered my disc, wand hidden back in my cloaks, and it appeared. I waved to a family friend and her daughter and son, both asleep, and she called something to me. I grinned and waved the disc at her, and she nodded and watched me as I aimed it at the ceiling-less blue sky and flew up, both hands gripping the circlet. I could hold on loosely with one hand and fly, in whatever position I wanted. I glanced down at everyone, sighed, and flew back to the indoor beach. No recollection of landing.
Anyway, the next scene was in a classroom, much like Lupin's in PoA (Boggart room), but smaller. A group of students in cloaks huddled against the corner, worried over something that was coming. I was frightened to death, but showed nothing, and I remember Dumbledore telling us that one of us would be chosen to die and consumed/smashed/cursed. I shook my head, short messy black hair occasionally molding into long brown hair.
I was so scared. There were these awful thumps, and we all had our wands but Dumbledore was watching us sadly, standing only a few feet away from us. I began to get teary and angry at the same time, as Padma Patil and Lavender Brown began to cry behind me, while Neville just shook. We pressed ourselves into the corner as the large footsteps down the hallway outside the door boomed, then stopped.
The closet in front of us, where Dumbledore formerly stood, burst open and a huge head roared at us. Neville was sweating something awful as it pulled itself out, the door shattering inwards at the same time. It grew impossibly taller and larger, peering at us. It was so ugly, but so vicious-looking. I was terrified, but poor Neville looked to be fainting. The yellow eyes peered at him, and he dropped his wand, still standing in front of all of us protectively. I was terrified that it was going to break his ribs. That was the specified fear.
A massive fisted hand drew back and I snapped. I had moved to the edges of the room while it terrorized us, and was very close to the door. I saw that hand raise and was so angry because it could not kill Neville, it couldn't kill him, but it would kill him and hurt him if I allowed that monster to touch him. He was brave for protecting everyone else, standing in front purposely... Heroism like that shouldn't be destroyed so easily.
So, to distract the monster, I raced out of the room, threw something at it, yelled, and ran down the hallway to the room next to the one I was in, which had an adjoining door.
Dumbledore had seen the act, god knows how, and felt to me very satisfied and approving. The monster lunged off towards where I disappeared with a snarl of rage, and the students -my friends- quivered in silence.
Footsteps again pounded down to where I was, down the red-carpeted hallway. My heart pounded, but I didn't smile at my small victory -not yet. He swung something and the door to the room I was in now shattered open. I raised my arms to protect my face and screamed. Before it had stopped, though, I was already tugging on the door handle to return to the room where Neville and the rest were.
Then began a chase. I would run into the classroom, run out into the hall, then back into the classroom next to it, and back into the first classroom. Three-roomed circus, as it were.
The monster now resembled a werewolf, and time ended. It disappeared slowly and painfully, its own blood dripping from it. I watched it, then collapsed to the floor. I was exhausted by then.
As it was, Dumbledore and McGonagall found me right away. Dumbledore first picked me up in front of the other students, gathered around me, who were a little bit shell-shocked but happy, and levitated me to the Great Hall, which was oddly full of students and teachers. They talked in awed whispers, though I was too sleepy to care much.
I was bleeding rather freely from my arm by then, a wound caused by a rather large splinter. Dumbledore Apparated, now seated at the Head Table, leaving me floating in midair. Dumbledore waved his wand, and I watched, fascinated in my exhausted state, as the white gauze wrapped and tied itself neatly.
He gave me a quiet, introspective talk in front of the hall, asking me why I acted the way I did. I replied with something noble, and he seemed pleased. I was happy that everyone was alive, of course, though Dumbledore seemed oddly worried as he frowned into his pumpkin juice.
I mostly closed my eyes then, unable to move for weakness, and only half-watched as I was brought into a room behind the Head Table.
I woke up then, staring up at Michael Vaughn and Jack Bristow. I felt very short for a sudden, then realized I was kneeling. Both bent down quickly to help me, but my father (because that was what he was in the dream) got there faster and helped me up, treating me very carefully. He spoke harshly to me though, and I smiled dizzily 'cause I knew it was only because he was scared for me, or something. He let go of my unhurt arm after a moment, and left. We watched him leave, before Vaughn turned to me and quickly gave me a rundown.
"Do you know what you did? Syd, you stopped this- this monster from killing someone. A friend of yours, even. You. Out of hundreds of people who've had this chance, only you were brave enough to fight him properly." I muttered something like "I knew that, thanks," but he just grinned and directed me to a small, cramped room, that looked oddly like a train carriage.
Neville and the others greeted me with kind of a shocked awe when I walked in, but I had little energy to smile at them. Most of them sort of stared, and one of us talked -must have been Neville and I, but I can't remember what was said. I think it was that now I'd defeated the monster once, he'd come back and kill them all instead of just one per year.
I was feeling rather elated by then and didn't take much notice of it, and then I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I left the carriage and walked into the next, where a toilet with a wooden edge sat. I sat down and undid the belt, pulling down the pants to find that I was indeed a boy, and how the hell do I aim?
I had just begun to use the bathroom (seriously, this was very creepy), when Jack Bristow entered and sat in the seat across from me, a table covering our laps. He didn't appear to notice I was using the facilities, nor that I was a boy. He kept calling me Sydney, and explained to me what Neville had told me, only in more detail. Something about how to keep it from doing that we had to kill it, but we had to feed it a person, like Irina Derevko, my mother in the dream. Or me.
I still using the toilet when he left, and then Irina slipped in to the seat he vacated. I groaned then and banged my head on the table as she talked, clearly dangerous but still my mom. I was Sydney to her.
And then the first attack began, outside in the Great Hall, heralded by screams. Irina and I looked up, me wide-eyed and terrified and her worried. The huge PoAmovie!werewolf picked up one of the tables with his claws amid panicking students, roared, and chucked it at my third person camera, and then I woke up.
THE END
((btw, I did not wet myself. But I did have to go to the bathroom when I woke up. The nap that founded the dream lasted 3 hours, and I did not move, according to my cat, who leaves if I shift at all))