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05/12/2013 -- Asleep and then awake again into kind of the same dream I was already dreaming, except none of the storyline is at all the same. I may still be Harry Potter, though. I am not sure. Anyway, I am standing up at the front of a stadium, kind of watching a killer whale show in a Roller Coaster Tycoon (RCT) game. It is a really strange killer whale show because most of the killer whales are only a couple of feet long, and look kind of like a tadpole would if it were as big around as a person and a couple of feet long. I'm standing there, watching things, and one of the park employees is telling me to sit down, or I'll get hurt. Instead I back up a little, and stand half behind some sort of support pole, so I am out of the way.

I find myself standing next to a little old man who looks kind like pixilated, and like a cross between the old man from 'Up' and a RCT character. I pick up a bottle off the ground, and it looks like an even taller, stretched out bottle of the type sodas used to come in (the large glass ones that could be recycled for .20) that is close to empty and holds Jack Daniels. I drink the last of it, and am kind of hoping the old man doesn't get mad at me for drinking his booze.

Anyway, the show has ended, and people are starting to leave, and I find myself spending some of my time thinking about taking the time to write down this dream and the last one about fighting Voldemort and showering with Hermione. I can remember that dream, and want to write it down. I also kind of get that this is a dream, also, and want to write it down, too, but I don't "really" get that it is a dream, so I can't do anything with it.

I glance off, and just a few feet away, I see the start of a 'lazy river' sort of attraction leading into a full-blown water park, and I am debating trying to write down the dream, or going off to play in the water park. Soon the water park wins. I have a sort of a foam mat for the water slides (like used to be used in the earliest days of water parks before they started making the slides of plexiglass), except it is halfway an air-inflated floating mattress-type pool thing. I take it into the edge of the 'lazy river' and start floating along, and I can almost see the squares of the RCT grid this is laid out on.

I can see that the kinds of pieces have been changed about every three squares, as I go from gentle stream to rapids to bubbly effervescence (I can't believe I spelled that right) to a bit of dying stream (like in a desert) where I am afraid I am going to puncture my floaty thing on the rocky edges that are showing through, as I hope to reach more gentle stream parts soon, or maybe a waterfall, and the rest of the water park. Pleasant dream bit.

10-14-2012 -- [This may be one dream, or it may be two. I had two separate dreams last night, with an actual awakening in between them, but the storyline continued on (though it changed) so I am going to start typing the second dream first, and if it gets long enough to stand on its own, I'll type up two dreams. Otherwise, I'll merge them into one. A note of explanation: I really enjoy Harry Potter fan fiction, but there are a lot of story ideas that appear in fan fiction that never appeared in the real Harry Potter stories. This dream encompasses two or three of these story lines, including harems, and Harry being the head of a rich and powerful family.]

I'm Harry Potter, and I am in my first year at Hogwarts. It is about the middle of the year, and I have gotten very close to Hermione. We're almost lovers, except we're too young for sex so far. But I find myself being tremendously drawn to Susan Bones, and am starting to get very close to her. Both girls are heart-broken, because each of them thinks I have chosen the other, but I keep telling them and eventually they come to understand I am deeply in love with both of them.

The dorms at Hogwarts are kind of strange. The rooms resemble office cubicles, with short walls that you can just barely look over (considering we're first years, those must be really short walls!) We're not supposed to stare over them, though, to give each other privacy. Oddly enough, in these half-walled rooms we have bunk beds. Bunk four-poster beds. Mine is one of the upper bunks.

I've been having some minor issues of invasion of privacy with who I am thinks is Cedric in the dreams, but it may be Wood, since Cedric is a Hufflepuff. On the other hand, since Susan is now sleeping with Hermione and I in my bed (though nobody knows it) maybe it is Cedric. Who knows? The two girls now share my bed, and we sleep together every night. We're too young for sex, but we cuddle and comfort, and you know it will get more physical as we get older. We're looking forward to it.

In a burst of almost accidental magic (no wand, and not intentionally planning to cast a spell) I seem to have warded the bed so that nobody can see inside so nobody knows the girls are sleeping with me, and we're having a grand time. They are dressed in thin nightgowns or perhaps just large nightshirts, very nice for cuddling.

Somehow Fleur Delacour is older, at least 7th year, or maybe out of school, and has been sent to Hogwarts as a kind of teachers' aide, and she is patrolling the dormitory. I start crying and acting lonely and homesick, and try to get her to climb up the ladder and check on me. Eventually we lure her up, and as soon as she reaches the bed, all three of us launch ourselves at her, pull her into the bed, and start partly stripping her and caressing her. She struggles for a moment or two, but her veela nature takes over, and she can sense how well this will work out, even if she may need to wait a while for the real fun. The harem has now grown to three ladies.

[This is where I woke up and tried to fix the dream in mind, before dropping back to sleep. Must have worked, as you'll see below.]

I'm at an odd sort of cross between a bank and a coffee shop in Orlando with Hermione and Susan. It's on Orange Avenue in the Pine Castle area. We're here to check on something, but Susan is suddenly accosted by her aunt, who seems to resemble the crazy cat lady from the Simpsons. She is screaming about how dare Susan get herself involved in a harem, and is making her cry.

I am getting more and more angry, and am about to lay into the aunt and lay down the law as the all-powerful head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, but Hermione is holding me back. Good thing, too. Somehow Susan's aunt has turned into her uncle, and just wanted to make sure we're all serious. (No, that's my godfather, I want to say, but don't.)

Susan has quit crying and is doing much better, and finds she is to receive an inheritance or something while she is here. Hermione is kind of turning into BC, and I'm slowly becoming more myself than Harry Potter, though there are still hints of the magical world in the rest of the dream. Still, it is kind of heading a different direction. As Susan rejoins us, we find ourselves meeting a sort of Forest Gump kind of character.

He's kind of strange, and may not be all there, but he is also a very decent person, and in a long life, he has met a lot of people and learned a lot of really esoteric stuff. I think he may first introduce me to the book with information on the invisible car, but I'm not sure. We end up joining him for a run, because his thing is his folks raised him to run every time something in the world confused him, to give him a chance to think about it and try to figure it out. He is now well-known because he has run over 900,000 miles.

He only really interacts with people during the part of the day when he is trying to learn one new thing (which will inspire more running while he tries to figure it out), but we catch him at exactly that time, and I think we tell him something interesting about the magical world before he drives off in a beat up old red pick-up truck. Susan, meanwhile, is going to go visit some of her relatives in a small backwoods hick community deep in the heart of Belle Isle. Weird.

I suddenly find that I have been working a weird job that is kind of a combination between courier work and working for Redeemer Printing, and I was at the bank dropping off some documents that have something to do with a print order. There was something about an order for a pawn shop or something, but they were supposed to call back about the details of how much they are going to increase the percentage payments on stuff that has been pawned for people who can't make their car payments or something. Both they and the bank seem to be on my case about my bills and money owed, so obviously by this point I am fully me, and no longer Harry Potter.

So I walk out of the bank, still hoping for the phone call so that I know what to tell the print shop to print, when I find myself remembering the invisible car that I was reading about in a book (which I may or may not have gotten from the Gump character). It is supposed to be parked by the curb at the bank, and I reach out my hand, and there it is. I can feel it, even though when I look I see nothing but air.

My contact from the bank or the printshop that is badgering me for that last bit of information for the print job turns out to be Joy from Mears [I saw the woman twice recently, briefly, while looking for a job. I have no idea how she has been important enough to make it into two of my dreams recently.] I give her the information I just received on my cell phone. I then tell her about the invisible car, and she doesn't seem to believe me, and turns and starts to walk away.

I reach out my hand, and no car, nothing. But I probably just walked past the length of the car. I follow Joy who walks to the other side of the street to Hansel, and reach my hand out again. I find another invisible car, and call out to Joy. She points out that the car is plainly visible, and suddenly it is. But I could swear it wasn't a minute ago. I walk forward and look, and where I am at, there is no car. I reach out, and can feel one there. I call out again, and Joy says "Visible," and the car fades into sight in front of my eyes. It looks like someone had crashed into it, certainly a hazard if one is parked on the road, but invisible.

At this point I realize it is a conspiracy, a very wealthy sub-culture keeping hidden while in the midst of us, invisible, and almost nobody knows of them. They are obviously playing with me, any time I discover one of their invisible cars, they make it visible. At first I think it is just to make me think I was mistaken, but then I come to the conclusion they are trying to make me look like a fool, and I think Joy is in on it! Rotten, evil, invisible people!