Lucid Time!

This should be the last foul night I have for awhile. I had to stay up late studying for a mid-semester exam. But now I'm going on break for a week so my recall should pick up after this.

Just something to do with harry potter. Me and him were fighting this black guy with four arms in a swimming pool. I remember him being able to extend and stretch his arms to ridiculous lengths, and he was keeping us away from him so that we couldn't win the fight.


I had just been inducted into a highly organized well funded syndicate numbering in the tens of thousands. They were a group of radicals and extremists who worked in a gray area between the law and criminals. Their ultimate goal was to [dream logic] acquire the best pizza in the world [/dream logic]

I recall their base was in this industrial/warehouse/shipping yard area outside of a major city (new york?) There was a big pile of scrap cars and next to it a big pile of scrap spaceplanes (space shuttle looking vehicles, but they were very small, single occupant.) Someone told me that they scrapped them for their advanced engines and technology.

Something to do with getting oil out of gearboxes in certain vehicles and selling it because it was very expensive.

Marcus was involved somehow.

In the end we ended up getting the pizza. I was sitting in the back of a car enjoying a slice for myself. It actually wasn't as good as the dream built it up to be.

Spoiler for Interpretations:

Seems like mostly residue and nonsense. With better recall and more congruent dreams I would be able to offer more interpretations.