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10-15-2012 -- When this dream begins (or at least the first part I can remember) I am Harry Potter. I have somehow been captured by somebody who is not one of Voldemort's followers, but is somehow being forced to cooperate with them. Not sure how, but they are sympathetic, and wish they didn't have to lock me up. They lock me in a back bedroom in a house to wait five or ten minutes until Voldy or some of his Death Eaters show up to take me.

I am perfectly happy with this, because as soon as they leave, I open the window, remove the screen, and climb right out of captivity. As soon as I have climbed out the window, I find myself at the First Church of the Nazarene, behind Shamlin Hall, and I plan to escape the area by running along the building, through the church parking lot, and climbing the wall into the (non-existent) area with the apartment complexes I've run into in past dreams involving climbing the church wall.

Problem is, they've found I am missing almost immediately, so I can hear pursuit beginning behind me. Also, the buildings are arranged slightly differently than in real life, and I find myself being forced to go through a door into the kitchen and pass through it on my way, instead of being behind all the buildings. When I get inside, I find some of the Death Eaters meeting with some of the church leaders, hiding who and what they are.

They recognize me, and try to grab me, and one of the bad guys is somebody really small, like a goblin or a house elf, and I grab them and start slamming them around. Since they are hiding who they are, the church folks are kind of shocked, and think that I've gone crazy. As soon as I've killed the being that was trying to grab me, I just sprint out the other door and toward the wall.

I am still being pursued, but they are now a little further behind me, and I find that the person who is closer to me is Tom Drick. He isn't sure what is going on, but he knows me pretty well, and is willing to trust that I have not gone crazy or evil. He sees I am about to climb the fence, and tries to save me some trouble. He points to the back of his house along a sort of alleyway, and tells me the door is unlocked, and just to run through his house, rather than climb fences.

I do so, and the entire location changes. Now instead of behind the church in Buena Park, I am in the streets surrounding Lake Jessamine in Orlando. Somehow there is somebody else with me. I don't know who, and sometimes they are there, sometimes they aren't. Its really weird, and makes it hard to keep track of everything. I know there are still people chasing me, but they are far enough behind me that I don't have to worry about them for now. There are also punks in front of me. And them I do still have to worry about.

The person who is with me, but isn't, guides me to a house and starts to steer me into a side yard and then a back yard. It is supposed to be the Moran house (or perhaps Uncle Jim's or a cross between the two, which is a combination I've dreamed of before) with just a hint of the Broden residence thrown in ... but whichever house it is supposed to be, it isn't. It is just kind of similar.

By this point we've got the hints of Runescape thrown in, because the reason I am running toward this house is because in their back yard they have one of the very few remaining blisterwood trees in the world, and I need to get to the tree and be able to make weapons from it that can actually help kill Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

Unfortunately the punks who have been blocking the way forward have caught up with us as we try to make it into the back yard of this wrong house, and coming out of the house are two girls I knew from high school. I know one was SN, the other might have been MJ, since they often hung out together. I try to talk with the girls to hopefully keep the guys from doing anything, but they aren't that afraid of a couple of young ladies finding out what is going on, so they end up shooting MJ, which of course causes SN to freak out.

In some way, being shot has turned MJ into some sort of animal. Possibly a cat, possibly something more wild, but still shot, and very likely dying. I am not confident that it will work in this situation, with all else that is going on, but I have to do something, so I lay hands on her and start to pray for her. She is not instantly healed, but she does seem to be doing better, and is now not likely to die.

By this point we had reached the back yard of the wrong house, and it is on a sandy beach on the shore of the lake. I take off running down the sand, and manage to get a little distance. A few houses down, I actually reach the Moran house, but the punks are too close to allow me to stop and try to cut any wood, and I don't want to let them find the tree, itself, so I keep running. As I run past, Keffer and Tucker are is the yard, and give me a friendly bark.

I think about the idea of calling Tom Drick on my cell phone and explaining what I was looking for, figuring I can lead off all the pursuit while he goes to the Moran house and cuts a few logs off the blisterwood tree, but the pursuit has gotten too close for me to call without being overheard, so I have no real choice left but to keep running, now heading further and further away from my goal!