poeticDreamer
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The president spoke to us on the radio, and it was like everyone was suddenly caught up in his instructions, which were about doing something. Our something was to start drawing a picture of a doctor, and even though neither my husband nor I can draw, we were drawing an amazing sketch of a man.

One of my friends came over equally entranced, and she was working on a drawing, as well. On the radio they were talking about "Where were you when the president spoke?" and were all recounting the projects they were now working on, including musical pieces and novels.

There was a guy, somehow I was both him and not him, watching and occasionally flipping into his p.o.v. He knew witches and wizards existed, but he also knew he was not allowed to know about them. Then, his brother disappeared, and he went hunting for him. Along the way, he discovered that his brother had met the witches and wizards.

He went to see them, and found out that they had not taken his brother. Whatever had taken his brother was trying to fight them as well. Their own kind were dying left and right to this mysterious force. They were preparing for battle, and the head witch told the guy to get a wand from her robes. He said, "isn't that against the tradition?" And she said, "All of this is against the tradition." Before I woke up, I got the feeling they were falling in love with each other, but first they had to get everyone ready and fight against the enemy.

I was working with a team trying to find Temperance Brennan (Bones) who was missing. We finally found her, but the only way to free her was to get a magic spell book, and since the spell book had been missing for years, the only way to get it was to go back in time.

Which is exactly what we did.

We went back in time and had to fight through a mob boss to get to the book. Wherever we were was in disarray; there were piles of trash and smoke everywhere. I was in camouflage and carrying a gun, but I kept stopping at the trash piles to look for coupons because there could be one in there that would help me get the spell book.

At first, I was some kind of transient. I don't know how, but I ended up alone in the streets. I found this place where a bunch of homeless people were living together, almost like a commune, in an old building in the city. They all had food to eat and decent clothes, and most were women. Then I found out how and why--there was a man who ran the place who exchanged things like clothes and food for sex. He was pretty forceful about the whole thing.

At some point I joined another real-life raid (this has got to stop happening. lol) with my guild, only this time it was a big white building that had some Star Wars theme stuff in it--cheesy stuff, though. Like we were raiding someone's personal Star Wars collection. I remember there was a boss room that looked like it had a big chess board on the floor, but instead of chess pieces, there was some blue/purple semi-transparent blob thing that I understood to be the boss.

There was also a microwave in the wall. There was a blonde kid who wanted to make popcorn, but he had to wait for the Chewy Jerky to get done. I remember it had a little over a minute left.

We ran into a new room and it morphed into some kind of really strange game show about cleaning up houses. Me and three other contestants were asked to go into a big pile of dirty clothes and find the grossest item we could find. I found a pair of jeans with some unidentifiable yellow crusty stuff on them. They made me heave, so I brought them up, and the audience chose me as the winner of the first round.

I went to bed late and must have hit a REM cycle, because I went immediately into a dream (you know that feeling of almost falling into one? That.) In it, two of my 3-year-old's teeth were loose, and I realized they were rotting. I was really upset, and I woke up for a second. I told myself, "If his teeth are loose again, it's a dream." And did a reality check just in case. My daughter came in at that point and told me about a bad dream she had, and when I fell back asleep, it was a new dream.

There was a war going on in our country, and there were tanks and soldiers in this neighborhood that I believed was mine in my dream, but it's not the actual neighborhood I live in. Anyway, somehow four soldiers had gotten sick inside a tank and were so dehydrated they couldn't move off the top of the tank under their own power, so some other soldiers and civilians were passing them down to people on the ground to get them to treatment.

I took one soldier to the med tent, got him all set up with a nurse. They gave him some kind of IV and he had fallen asleep, so I headed back. I started to worry that I'd taken too long with the one soldier and maybe they needed me to help with the others, so I should hurry.

On my way back, I became distracted by an elementary school doing some kind of field day activity. Among them was a little blonde boy, about 8, named Stuart. Stuart was the kid who won everything, who was good at everything, and who charmed everyone. His dad forced him to be really competitive, and I apparently had heard rumors that his dad made him go days without eating, practice for hours and hours, and had even slapped him around on occasion to make him keep going. So basically, I hated Stuart's dad.

Somehow, I ended up at the church Stuart and his dad attended. It was nothing like my church. It was a huge building and the people were all very snooty-acting. They all also adored Stuart and his dad, which made me pretty ill. At some point, one woman pulled out an agenda and started talking about how wonderful they are, and I stood up in the middle of the meeting and said, "I'm going to excuse myself, since I can't stand that man."

The lady met me in the bathroom afterwards, and I felt bad for making a scene (not bad for thinking Stuart's dad was awful, just for making a stink about it when all I had was rumors), so I apologized to her. "Hey, sorry for making a scene back there," I said. She put on her most haughty tone and replied something to the effect of, "Well, we all have to learn manners sometime, I guess." I'm pretty sure I considered slapping her, but I woke up then.