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11-20-2013 -- [Getting back to the dreams after a bad few days, at least I think I am.] I am Harry Potter, and I think the time is the summer before the fourth year. I am not sure about everything, but there is just a hint that this may be a time travel dream. (ie I have already been through the entire Harry Potter book series, and have now traveled back in time, and may be able to do things differently, this time around.)

I find myself going through some battles and situations that I can barely remember, but may involve some pranks and something with the Weasley twins, and in some way that I can't quite bring to mind, we have given Snape something that he wanted, which has caused him to retire, so he won't be bothering us anymore. I now find myself in some kind of a cross between a school and a church, talking with Dumbledore and Mcgonagall. Hermione is here, and is working on some sort of 'important' summer project that seems to be planning out a summer menu (how much food will be needed, etc) for herself, her parents, and her six animals, which to me doesn't seem all that important of a project after all.

But after dealing with magic and powers and making things fly and the like, I am more than willing to take a few minutes to help Hermione with her project. So I am sitting down to read everything she has done on it so far, including accidentally knocking off a couple of the lightly taped sheets that show each days' food choices. So I am reading the project and trying to re-affix loose papers and make all the right comments. Meanwhile, Dumbledore and Mcgonagall are not too sure about our plans, and is worried I might do something stupid. But I am explaining that I understand all of Hermione's project, so I must be nearly as brilliant as she is.

Dumbledore brings up my poor grades in math and my almost failing the class, and I mention that it has nothing to do with not understanding and being able to do the math, but with being late all the time, missing classes, and not turning in homework. I think about offering to take an additional test, right now, to prove that I really know the stuff, but also find myself remembering the teacher at the beginning of Brandon Sanderson's The Rithmatists and figuring it might not work, anyway. While I am discussing this with the two professors (who don't really believe me) we all seem to be climbing around the stands in a stadium.

Finally the professors decide to leave me be, and I soon find myself spending a little time with Hermione and her parents, trying to get permission for our plans for the summer. Somehow I have managed to claim my inheritance, or my position as head of house Potter or something, and have broken things off with the Dursleys, and Hermione and I plan to stay together for the summer as we make plans. But of course, her parents aren't too sure about this, and her dad needs to try and intimidate me a bit to make sure we aren't planning to do anything untoward. He doesn't need to worry right now, though, as we are still a little too young for such things. Maybe next year.

Anyway, eventually Hermione's parents have agreed, and now all we have to do is to convince the Church of England that it is OK. They seem to be the only ones who we still have to convince, and as we are sitting in the large church building, waiting for the priest or minister that we need to convince that everything is all right, I am petting a black and white cat who usually runs from everybody, but is in just the right mood to be petted today. Meanwhile, Hermione is complaining that things are boring here in the church, and she wishes we were somewhere else. I point out that it is only for a short time, and that all we have to do is be good, and we can do almost anything (just nothing naughty) to pass the time.

James Earl Jones turns out to be the minister, looking and sounding like the version of him I just saw yesterday in an episode of Frasier (where he is a blind man in a rest home, and Frasier breaks the life mask of his dead wife), and it only takes a little bit of conversation with him to convince him that all is good. Unfortunately he has another person with him, who is a church elder or something, and he seems to be the prig who played the Principal in Ferris Bueller's Day Off (which I also watched part of in the last two days) and who is a huge prude who doesn't want these two young people to be spending any time alone together. He is asking me about my history, and I am kind of explaining about the Dursleys neglect and abuse, and he doesn't believe it, and claims the Dursleys are upstanding members of the congregation. But the minister explains that he has seen hints of the things I have been talking about.

Asked about our immediate plans, I seem to have something to do for a day or two, then Hermione and I are going to be staying with the Weasleys for a few days, and we may be getting a room at the Leaky Cauldron, which in this dream is located near Covington Cross, not Kings Cross. The guy is still with us, and it seems we were going to a theater to see a movie, so he follows us there, and tries to tell us to sit in front of him, but Hermione confronts him about this, then leads me by the hand to a different section where we are out of his sight, then holds my hand and leans into me as we get comfortable and start to watch the movie. [Nothing super exciting, but some interesting guest stars and some detail to enjoy. Beats the last few days, anyway.]

01-26-2013 -- [This was the first dream I had of the night, after only about 3 hours of sleep, and less than four hours after I took my 5-HTP, which is probably why the first part was so fragmentary and hard to remember. I shouldn't have been dreaming quite that early, anyway. So most of the best parts of this are gone.]

I was wandering around the outside of a sort of shopping mall or something, I think. I was thinking of heading inside, but wanted to use a certain door, because it would somehow give me rights and ownership and stuff. There was somebody kind of shy and unassuming (think Vir from Babylon 5) who I was trying to kind of help, but as I led him toward the door, and he figured which one it was, he suddenly ran ahead, to get there before me. I was annoyed, but not worried, as his getting there first wouldn't change anything that I would get.

So I open the door and walk inside to a classroom, where it turns out I am to attend a class as a kid. Complete shift of dream. Anyway, I walk to maybe the second row, and walk down it to the third or fourth desk, and start to take a seat, but almost immediately I find myself (and my desk) at the front of the row. One part of what the teacher seems to be doing it rearranging the desks and having us shift about here and there right in the middle of class.

It is a female, and it isn't Delores Umbridge, but she kind of reminds me of her in personality and looks. We each have about four pieces of colored construction paper on our desks, and we are supposed to use one each for each thing we are doing today. The first thing she does is give us a test that seems to involve some sort of mnemonic phrase to remember something, but it is something really long and confusing that shouldn't be, like KISSOYRCEFNRYBI for keep it simple stupid or you'll really confuse everybody for no reason you bloody idiot, or something like that. You're supposed to write down each letter, what word it stands for, and how you are going to remember it, or something.

I don't really get it, as it seems rather stupid to me, so I haven't managed to keep up completely, and suddenly the teacher is mad at me, and takes away my test paper, rips it up, and tells me I will have to redo it later as make-up homework on my own. Meanwhile I am worried I will be short a piece of paper, since she took mine.

Anyway, she moves on to the next test, which is something to do with bacon, and we all now have a slice of bacon. She is warning us that if we lose our bacon, we'll have to replace it, though we might make things work out with something like Sizzlean or something. And I am very protective of my bacon. But while I am protecting mine, a tall blonde girl who reminds me of Tina H. from Hickory steals the bacon from one of the other students, right in front of the teacher, and she doesn't do anything about it, and the class just continues.

Next thing I know, as I am sitting there, the same tall girl comes up, and just pushes my desk back about three or four seats worth, then places her own desk in front of me. What? I shove her desk out of the way and move mine back to where it was. As the girl starts to push mine out of the way again, the teacher notices the fuss, and comes over to see what is going on.

The girl starts to explain the spot at the front of the row is the best place to be, and she is going to be in the best place, and since she lives on the same block as I do, I ought to know better than to try and stop her, but I keep doing so, so she has to keep pushing me out of the way, until I will stay out of her way. And the teacher just kind of smirks at me and walks away, as the girl starts to push my desk out of the way again.

I have had enough of this stupid class, and I no longer care. It may get me thrown out, but so what? I keep pushing the girl's desk back out of the way, and call her a bitch, waiting to see what will happen next.

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Some sort of really brief fragment where I see a picture of all of the current Doctors still living, and suddenly have the perfect idea for a multi-Doctor story involving all of them, and go rushing off to write it, so I can submit it to the BBC.