Oh boy. This one is exciting. A lot of people are trying to kill me apparently.
My dream started as me as Harry Potter standing with Hermione Granger. Yes, these two:
And all of a sudden, Hermione told me that I have to drink all of the alcohol (it was orange colored for some reason) in the room ASAP! And I was standing there confused because I have a low alcohol tolerance, so why would I do something so stupid? And then she explained to me, “Okay, I have to be honest with you. This isn’t real life. In real life, you’re dying in a fountain and the only way for you to get healed is to drink all the alcohol.” Well shit, Hermione, that was a big truth bomb to drop on someone. So with a spell, she brings all the alcohol in the room to a table near me and I start chugging away.
Right when I finish the last drink, I snap into reality. Indeed I was sitting in a fountain. Then Katy Perry comes rushing over to me! She had her iconic blue hair, was wearing a skin tight white dress, and had powdered doughnut markings all over her face.
Honestly I think she was just in my dream because I had heard and liked her new song yesterday night.
She didn’t really serve a purpose in my dream because all of a sudden George from Seinfeld was there with a gun.
Let’s be real. I would not trust George with a gun.
He was protecting (?) us because there was a guy in the other room also with a gun. The other guy saw George and told him to put on a gag (to handicap himself?) but then George said, “I have my own.” He then pulled out a small ball gag (don’t ask me why this was in my dream; I have no idea) and put it in his mouth. I then was no longer Harry but George and as Harry and Hermione fled, I started to fight off this guy. Then I made a run for it. For some reason, I knew there was an entrance to the wizarding world in the bathroom around the corner. As the guy was close on my tail, I ran to the bathroom and stood in the toilet to be flushed away to the wizarding world. Unfortunately, the toilet was extremely slow and I was just slowly spinning in this toilet gradually being sucked into the wizarding world. The guy was so confused but I just kept shooting at him, hoping he would just think it was a dream.
When I got dropped into the wizarding world, it was like there was a waiting room the three of us had to sit in first. In front of us was a board full of reviews of other entrances to the wizarding world. Before we could continue on, we had to rate the system we just took. Harry and Hermione gave it a 1, but I gave it a 2 because I had seen worse. The average on the board for that toilet entrance was a 1.5.
Jump scene.
I was just me and realized that I had made a terrible mistake. I had left one of my family’s cars in a secured parking lot and the other a parking lot near where I used to intern (in real life). Both lots were locked up, so I was left without a car. The next day, I went to get one of them from the lot, but I was told that the wait could be up to 24 hours. I wasn’t going to stick around for that, so I left. I came back another day, but this time I was Hermione (don’t know why I was so fixated on the whole wizard thing). The first thing I had to do to get my car back was to taste a bunch of candies that looked like rocks. Or were they rocks that looked like candies?
Kinda Like these but really tiny and prettier
I finished all of them and thought I could get my car back. But nooo. They had another test for me. I was just so done with all of it. Suddenly, still as Hermione, I’m in a kitchen with my high school friend in the next room. I tell her I’m done with my test and want my car back. She hands me an empty bottle of rum and starts coming at me belligerently.
So I take her bottle and start hitting her over the head with it.
*I’d like to take a moment here to note that I don’t even think I’m capable of slapping someone, let alone taking a bottle and smashing it over someone’s head.
But then she grabs a bat and is about to hit me with it. But I use a spell to create a protective bubble around myself in hopes that she is too drunk to realize this isn’t a dream.
And that’s that. I don’t know if I end up even getting my cars back.
Happy as a Clam 