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01-02-2012 -- [No dreams that I could remember yesterday. Two from this morning that seem kind of neat.] For half of this dream I am watching things happen. For the other half, I am Harry Potter. Dream starts at the Hickory house, but very quickly is somewhere else. Harry Potter is a really, really little kid (probably three or four, but about the size of a baby) and is hiding in a small house from Voldemort, who is still hunting him.

I can't figure out where he is at first, then I see a slight movement, and he is kind of half-crawling out of his hiding place, which was in the lamp-shade of a small sort of stand lamp by the window. He really is small in this dream. There is another little kid hiding in the same house, in a cupboard or something, though I am not sure if it is Ron, Neville, or maybe even Draco; who knows in a dream.

The person who is watching them is a small, somewhat fragile-looking blonde who seems to be Maria G. from choir a few years ago. (Kind of fragile looking, but voice like an angel.) At one point she is helping Harry down from his hiding space, and talking with him, and I am worried that somebody is going to see a silhouette of him climbing down from there through the window, and will learn where his hiding space is.

I get the sense of something about a mechanic's shop, and cars, and maybe being given one, but can't remember any details. The Weasley twins are running around, and Voldemort catches them and is starting to interrogate them. I am horrified when the twins seem to be giving up information on Harry, including a spell that can get around his protection, but I eventually realize they are giving him a phony spell that will prank him, instead. Very brave, but it will get them killed if he ever catches them again.

By this time, I have turned into Harry Potter. I am in disguise, and sneak out of the house and across the street to a little hole-in-the-wall type of pizza parlor that I seem to remember from another dream here (first dream I ever posted here), where I tried to get a pizza before a nuke and running through a video game world.

The place only has three varieties of pizza, pepperoni, sausage, and combo (pepperoni and sausage), and they don't seem to make large pizzas, only a personal pizza and a medium that is about the size of those Aldi's pizzas I've been enjoying lately. The Sicilian style (not Sicilian type, Sicilian flavor: Italian sausage, salami, prosciutto ham), and even though the pizza is only supposed to be pepperoni and sausage, it looks like the Aldi's pizza, as well.

The place seems to be a cross between a hole-in-the-wall and even a trailer or food truck, and I have come in a back door to a sort of kitchen to place my order with a plump Italian woman, and am kind of watching as they make my pizza. They aren't doing a very good job, and in trying to stretch and place the pizza crust, it kind of gets badly folded and mangled. I am thinking of saying something, but really don't want to draw attention to myself, so I wander home to wait while they cook the pizza.

Soon I have to go back out to pick up it, but I am starting to get really worried. If I get caught, everything is over. For everybody. Yes, I have a disguise, but I don't know how good it is. But I convince myself to go out, and Maria, who is out front gossiping with somebody, doesn't recognize me. She's busy talking about hearing a bang, but not knowing where it came from. Besides, the pizza place is right across the street. So I push aside my nerves, and walk on over.

I kind of creep over to the pizza parlor, but it is very, very dark. I sneak inside, and it is still dark, and there is dust everywhere. Soon I find everybody inside is dead. Between the time I ordered the pizza and came to pick it up, Voldemort had blown the place up. Maria heard the explosion, but didn't recognize what it was. Very frightening. The bad guys are still creeping around the place, so now I have to dodge them and stay out of sight as I sneak back home.