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10-23-2012 -- [Well, a pleasant dream, even if most of it has to be hidden from view of children.]

I'm Harry Potter, and I seem to be in a house somewhere with a large sliding glass door, but it is no real home I have ever been in. It is dark, and late at night. There is something going on, people visiting or something. Just what it is isn't clear. But these people (monsters? aliens?) that are visiting are locked into one area, and I am simply trying to go for a visit.

Somebody, probably Poppy Pomfrey, is telling me I'm not allowed, and it is just really annoying me. I keep trying to sneak in, with no success. Soon Neville Longbottom has joined me, and he isn't getting anywhere, either. But after a bit we talk about it, and come to the conclusion that if they don't want to be disturbed, we should leave them alone, and we're only mad at being told "No." We acknowledge we're being childish, and so we leave, and head to bed.

But I'm still annoyed, even if I can admit to myself that I am being childish, and I decide to do something about it. In this dream version of Hogwarts, there are lots of the older kids sneaking around into each others rooms at night for some fun, but being Harry Potter, and alternately hated and nearly worshiped, I have never come in for any of that. I just start kind of willing somebody to make a mistake.

Spoiler for Sexual content:

So I sense Susan Bones out in the hallways, and she's going to see her boyfriend (no idea who it is, and I don't want to know) and she sneaks into the Gryffindor dorms, and makes her way to my sleeping pallet by mistake. It is pitch black, and I am feigning sleep, as Susan makes her way under the covers and starts to give me a blow job. I feign slowly waking up, and groan a little bit in pleasure.

Soon she climbs on top of me, and starts to ride me. I shift my hands every now and then between her ass and her hips, helping her in her motions. Eventually, I speak up. I can't remember exactly what I said, but something along the lines of "Not that I mind at all, but who ...?" She stiffens for a moment, realizing she is in the wrong bed, but the sex has been very good, and almost immediately she continues, riding me until we both reach a satisfying completion, then I gather her in my arms and we just cuddle in the dark.

Time passes very quickly, and it is now the next night. This time I have snuck into Hufflepuff, and I think I've tried to find Susan's sleeping pallet, and settle in to wait for her. But it isn't Susan who shows up, but her best friend Hannah Abbott, and another Hufflepuff, instead. They climb into 'bed' with me, kind of giggling in a teen girl sort of way, and are both laying on top of me, playing with me with one hand while they stroke each other with the other. I find myself fingering them, and we're all having a good time, even if there is no full sex involved, this time.

And then it is morning again, and I find myself standing in front of a mirror, painting my face blue with a paint roller while Susan is dressing up as a properly made up clown. Susan is doing some sort of show or gig, and I am painting myself to support her, but with a paint roller? I am getting paint in my nose, making it hard to breath, and over my glasses, making it hard to see.

And then suddenly I am Susan, and I realize I have got my clown pants on inside out, and the seams are very visible. I'm pulling them off, turning them right-side-out, and preparing to put them back on again. Problem is, they are very tight. Somehow I find myself looking down at a very small Gideon Bible, and am considering sticking it in my garter belt before I pull on the pants. Just very odd.

10-19-2012 -- I'm Harry Potter, and it's probably the summer after fifth year at Hogwarts, and I've been driving around with some of the other Hogwarts students, trying to avoid Voldemort and the Death Eaters, while they've been trying to find us. At one point we're unlucky enough to run into him at a parking lot somewhere in Taft on Landstreet. I guess Voldemort has some kind of really good plan he is following, because he is more than willing to ignore us for now.

One of his thugs is heading into a building to plant a bomb that will blow up later. They can easily get in today, because it is some sort of open house kind of thing they are doing. But today isn't when they plan on blowing up the bomb. Unfortunately, some kind of magic that Voldemort is doing keeps my internet communication from working, so I switch to using my cellular phone, and the cellular signal interferes with the bomb, and BOOM!

So somehow we've screwed up Voldemort's plans a little, but there has still been a lot of damage done and a lot of people killed. Suddenly it is a few days later, and I am waiting for some sort of meeting at a property more or less across the street from where the bomb went off. I'm wondering who will end up showing, and who will call off because of fear after the bomb and things.

No surprise Neville shows up, and a few others. I am wondering if Malfoy will show up to cause trouble, or if Pansy Parkinson will show up. For some reason, everybody who comes to this meeting is dressed up as a super hero, as a sort of disguise. I'm dressed up as the Indian from the old Super Friends cartoon series, and use the old joke on Neville. "Chance!" "Don't you mean how?" "Me know how. Me want chance." He doesn't get it.

There are a couple of dogs running around, and they keep climbing into wheel wells and the like on the trucks in the area. Near the front of the property, my dad is there. Oddly, he is Jack Carter, the sheriff from Eureka, and he's got a Death Eater there who is the one that got blown up by the bomb. Somehow he didn't get hurt, but he feels very guilty because a lot of kids got killed in the explosion, and though he is a bad guy, he never would have agreed to killing kids.

Because of his guilt, he is about to confess, but Jack steps away for a few minutes, and two people dressed up in police-style uniforms and take him away. Either they are with the US government, in which case the magical world will be revealed, or they are actually Death Eaters in disguise and are going to kill him to keep him quiet. He feels so guilty, he doesn't even care which one it is.

More people have gathered for this meeting, and now one of them is a tall, blond, stuck up Ravenclaw heading into 7th year. He's asking what I think I'm going to have to teach the older students, and being a real jerk about it. I tell him people in my group last year aced their OWLS and NEWTS, and ask if he can say the same for last years' Ravenclaws who weren't in the group, and he shuts up. Guy looks like a cross between Troy Kehoe and a couple of the blond snobs from Karate Kid and Heavenly Kid.

I ask if we've got everybody here, and the blond jerk points out that the primary school across the street next to the blown up factory will be getting out in about five more minutes, and then his sister and a couple of her friends will be joining us. I decide to hold off starting, because I only want to go over everything connected to the bomb once.

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!

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!

10-10-2012 -- I'm doing a new quest on Runescape, that seems to involve chasing around a moving crate that kind of looks like one of the Penguins from Hide and Seek. I am in a building, and I have to get to the crate, which is in another part of the building. unfortunately to get there, you have to get past various guards patrolling the area, much like getting the herbs in the troll kitchen in the My Arm's Big Adventure quest, or getting the vampire disguise in the Branches of Darkmeyer quest.

I'm not having much luck, since they keep catching me, injuring me, and throwing me out. It seems you have to sneak into one room, find and throw a switch that unlocks a secret corridor in another part of the building, then sneak back out and find that corridor. And they keep catching me. You can withstand a couple of brief touches from them, but they keep surrounding me and bringing me down, and I'm not managing to find the hidden lever in the first room!

They throw me out yet again, and I am thinking I need to get the invisibility robes I got from an earlier quest ... those ought to keep me from being seen. That will let me get a lot further. I find myself on Gatlin, right near Orange Avenue in Orlando, which feels like it is pretty close to Al Kharid. My car is here, so I am searching it for the robes.

I am reaching into my car and grabbing handfuls of nothing, and trying to believe in the robes enough to make them real as I try to pull nothing over myself to wear. Problem is, things are changing to where I am standing next to my car in my underwear, trying to get dressed. The car is parked behind several others blocking them in at a house where they seem to be having a party.

A girl I really liked from high school is walking out to try and drive off, as I struggle to get dressed in a Subway t-shirt that seems to be about three sizes too small. I just want to get out of here!

Soon I find myself in a different part of the game, very dark and dismal, with a lot of stunted, twisted trees around. Now it very much feels like I am in Morytania. The dream seems to be half ectoplasm-related, and half connected to another dream I had a couple of years ago. It somehow seems to involving digging stuff up and burying stuff in a graveyard, right near a bush, while filling two gallon jugs with ectoplasm. Problem is, the jugs are turning from ectoplasm to urine. There's also something about a building collapsing.

One of the bad guys who I have been fighting against through several quests has decided to retire, and give me a very big reward because of how great an opponent I've been. Problem is, I have no room to receive it because of all the clutter. So I find myself trying to stack the (now) large flasks of urine to keep them out of the way. The flasks keep changing. They started looking like gallon milk jugs, then turned into an erlenmeyer-type-flask, and now they look like traffic cones that have somehow been sealed and stacked together.

Somehow, the pressure in the cones, combined with expansive property of the urine allows you to attach another cone and somehow kind of siphon off some of the content into another cone. But soon the stack is leaking, and when I try to grab another cone to try and siphon off some of the urine, it in one of those short, stubby cones that almost seems like a toy next to the full-sized ones. Still, it's worth a try. The problem is, the cone is smaller, and can't seal properly, and suddenly the whole thing shifts and the entire front of my shirt is covered in urine. Yuck!

Somebody walks up to me and asks what is going on, and as I turn around I am very surprised to discover it is the 10th Doctor. "What's going on is that I stink," I tell him. And it is certainly true at that moment. More and more people are arriving in what now almost seems like a classroom, and most of them seem to be magic users from the Harry Potter world, but almost none of them are actual characters we know from the books.

One of them keeps asking me to defend something I said, and starts to attack me verbally. I ignore him. He keeps it up, and suddenly I grab him and swing a punch at his stomach. I am moving very slowly, because I do not have any intention of actually hurting him. I gently push my fist into his stomach, then keep pushing, until he bends over my arm like I'd really slammed him in the gut, even though it is in slow motion. "I see," he says, "you can defend yourself. But that's not really what I meant."

Meanwhile, the Doctor is standing next to Harry, who almost seems to be having some sort of fit or seizure, shaking on the ground, embarrassed and hurt. I don't know what is going on, but the Doctor seems to be helping him.

Soon I find myself in the cafeteria, looking over a tray with some prepared desserts. It is interesting, because there are some small cannoli or something for most of the students, with a larger cannoli (perhaps 50%) bigger for staff members. And a large cake perhaps 8 times larger than the staff member servings labeled for Ron Weasley, and the rest of us start joking about the human garbage disposal.

10-02-2012 -- [Am out of work, broke, and have no money to buy bananas or apple juice or anything else that sometimes helps with recall, so for several days I haven't remembered much from my dreams. But last night I remembered lots of fragments. Most of the stuff is gone, but the bits that still remain a little in my mind are fun, and worth writing down. The first bit is actually from a couple of weeks ago, but hasn't been entered yet, and since I again couldn't remember most of it, just decided to add it to the bits here.]

Am out fishing in streams outside a nice apartment complex. Inside the complex itself, I run into a friend (Joel K.?) who is being seduced by some sort of Femme Fatale. I manage to grab his attention, and we rush off by car to some sort of parking warehouse where I can pick up my own car. As I am getting my car, the femme fatale has again found Joel, and is giving him her car. It has key-less entry, and for some reason she is really enjoying telling him the code is 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... KABOOM! For some reason I find this very funny.

Anyway, Joel has taken to the road in her car, and we're trying to catch his attention. I soon find myself driving down a damaged and under construction freeway on the wrong side of the road with traffic flooding towards me. I manage to drive onto the shoulder and turn around, just to find there is a sports stadium on the other side of the freeway, and somebody is shooting at me from the top of the stands. I manage to escape that, but now have cops chasing me, until I drive to a police station to talk to them about all that has been going on.

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Incredibly little from this one. Something about watching a police chase on TV that spreads to three screens (ala Impressions de France at EPCOT) before somehow turning live, and I'm the one being chased by cops. Not sure, but think I was in a dark green, big, powerful, older car.

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Again, mostly missing. At some sort of event taking place at some sort of grade school with little kids, except the physical campus is Brookhurst Junior High. Parts of this refer back to, and directly connect to a dream I once had that involved a job feeding a dog in a mobile home park while the owners were on vacation (or simply working further back in the area). While it was a real dream, I do not know if I ever wrote it down or posted it, and since it was possibly three or four years ago, too many dreams to go through to try and find it.

There are hints of Christmas decorations and perhaps Knott's Berry farm, and I think there is some dancing in the quad. Strange stuff. At one point, I walk into an office. Am thinking about speaking to somebody about something, but it is crowded, busy, and I have forgotten what I want to speak about, anyway. So I just stand around for a couple minutes, then leave.

I soon find myself at home in the Hickory house, where I am heading to my second bedroom to maybe get some sleep. The door is missing to the front hall, but the space is partly blocked by a bookcase so there is no access, but also no privacy. The kitchen door is the one used to access the room. I go in and am going to try to take a nap, but Percy Weasley comes in and says they are worried about me, and he is going to take my blood pressure.

Cheryl (daughter of my landlord) comes in after that, and it turns out Percy is her son. The blood pressure cuff they have seems small and frail, and I think it isn't going to fit on my arm, but it does. Percy gives the bulb very weak squeezes, and there is almost no pressure, and they get a reading of about 140/xx, which isn't too bad for me. But I don't trust it because they pumped it up so little. So I take the thing, and am holding the pump in the hand of the arm which I'm taking the reading from, while trying to hold the stethoscope in the other hand, and start to pump myself up. It is very uncomfortable, and the pressure on my arm is really bad, and it is kind of cramping up.

[Woke to find I had somehow gotten into a position where my arm was jammed between the headboard of my bed and my head in a very tight position, and it had gone completely to sleep in such a way that it was quite painful, and took me about two minutes to get the blood flowing properly again ... likely causing the entire last bit of the dream.]

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[I wish most of this wasn't gone ... it was great stuff, but I can remember almost none of it.] I am Harry Potter, and I am involved in some sort of war, but it is not a magical war. It seems to be a muggle war, but against alien invaders. Many of the women in this dream are not aliens, but were just kidnapped by them, or affected by them. Though one was certainly an alien, a very light green tint to her skin, and very light fur all over her body, though still attractive.

As we're wandering around the barracks, these women are just appearing, either on the ground, or in mid-air a few feet above the ground, and just dropping. They're all nude, and very horny, and the kinds of things you would kind of expect to happen in such a dream are happening. Frequently.

Thing is, this leads to a very relaxed, happy, and determined unit. We've got a bunch of bright, sexy women supporting us, and we have no desire to lose them, so we become a very productive group of soldiers who are accomplishing a heck of a lot. And who follow none of the regular protocols or procedures. So the higher-ups hate us, but can't get rid of us. It doesn't hurt that the Weasley twins spend a lot of time developing both pranks and weapons for us, the pranks of which they frequently test out on us, to our combined amusement and annoyance.

I'm not sure, but I am pretty sure a lot of this involved chases through mazes of dark, foreboding buildings and collapsing ruins based on the Darkmeyer quests I have been doing in Runescape over the last couple of days.

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Another dream after a brief awakening, taking place in the same universe as the last one, though now I am just myself, not Harry Potter. It is now several years later, the war is over, and a lot of us involved are just thinking about writing, both fiction and non-fiction about the war.

I run across Radar O'Reilly, who is one of the upper ranks, but still one of the guys. He is nowhere near in charge, of course, but he is pretty high up by this point. He is writing fond reminiscence about attractive alien ladies running around in outfits that *gasp* actually let their belly buttons show. I don't know if he is just ignoring the nudity, or his mind just refused to show him more than belly buttons, but it comes across kind of sweet.

I wander into Kevin B's living room to try and speak to him about a couple of plot ideas, but he is trying to chat up two lovely (no longer nude) aliens, trying to get some action, and tries to distract me by handing me a couple of TV series script treatments he has written up. I just sit them on a stack of such that he is getting ready to send off to try and interest people, and wander off to try and find my own sweet alien ladies.

09-28-2012 -- [Was going to post two dreams in one post, because this first bit felt like a fragment, but when I got finished entering it, it seemed well long enough to stand on it's own.]

Started with some sort of Runescape stuff, probably involving farming and possibly picking up orts. May have extended to a quest that leads into the Harry Potter bits. [Speaking of Runescape and Harry Potter, might it not be neat to have a Harry Potter MMORPG, where you create a character, get sorted into one of the houses, and start doing quests and things as a Hogwarts student?]

Anyway, somehow Dumbledore has been cursed with some kind of slow-acting but very powerful death magic, and is in the process of dying. After lots of research and the like, we discover that he needs to be hit with just enough Avada Kedavras to kill off the death magic, but not a single one more than that, as once the death magic has been defeated, a single avada kedavra would instantly kill him, as usual.

Ron and I are at Hogwarts (which seems to bear a striking resemblance to Savanna High School) to seek Minerva's help. It seems the AK is quite difficult to cast, and in usual circumstances a powerful witch or wizard could cast it, at most, four times, and it seems likely it is going to take around twelve AKs to save Dumbledore.

We're getting ready to go see Dumbledore at the hospital, and Minnie is asking if we have all we need ... I check my supplies and find I have my three cans of Chek soda (Winn-Dixie Supermarket store brand) to keep me awake and boost my energy. I drink 1 1/2 cans, and confirm I am ready. We run out to the parking lot and climb into our separate cars, and I start my engine and begin to drive. People are going really slow in the parking lot, so I pull into the in-bound lane to pass them.

I'm almost certain one of the slow idiots who I passed was Fudge, who is kind of upset about it, so it seems I am in trouble with the ministry. I zip past him and into the driveway leading to the street, then onto the street in a pick-up lane, where I kind of halt to wait a few moments for Ron and Minerva to catch up.
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Suddenly we are at the hospital. Minerva knows what needs to be done, and she walks into Albus's room and starts silently casting. There is no sound, but just a slight pulsing emerald-green light as she casts not four, but six avada kadavras. I don't know how she manages to do it, but she does. As she exits the room and I walk up, a doctor chooses to turn off the light or something, which may make it harder to hide what spell we are casting.

I walk into the room right as Albus wakes up, except he seems to be being played by Patrick Stewart. I ask him how he is doing, and he says he is feeling quite a bit better ... in fact ... he does a sort of forward roll to flip out of bed and onto the floor, where he is lying on his back. Before I can offer any assistance, he does that 'power move' wrestlers do where he arches his back to bring his feet under him, then manages to spring to his feet like somebody many years younger.

Obviously Minerva's spells helped greatly. But I still need to cast, as well. Problem is, now that the lights are out, the flash of the AK is going to be much more noticeable. I also cannot yet do silent casting, so I also have to worry about people hearing me cast. I draw the blinds to limit the light that escapes, and am trying to whisper the spell, but I just can't seem to produce anything. I am really working on making my pronunciation as perfect as possible, and am getting louder and louder, concentrating on trying to build up the power I need.

Thankfully, the only people close enough to hear me are the doctors, and while this treatment scares them silly, they at least know what we are trying to do, and that Albus isn't dead yet, even though Minerva hit him with the curse several times. Meanwhile, I now know why Minerva pushed to hit him with six curses ... if I have this much trouble throwing the curse once, it is probably going to be just me and Minnie. Ron isn't probably going to manage it at all. I'm still trying when I wake up.

09-21-2012 -- In this dream I am Harry Potter. I think it takes place during his 6th year at Hogwarts, and we're doing some sort of outdoors class that involves travel in Scotland. Hermione is somewhat upset with me because I seem to be doing a bit better than her at whatever it is that we are doing.

We have this class with the Slytherins, but some of the Slytherin girls do not want us to see any of the work they are doing, and seem to be trying to distance themselves from us. We stumble into a field that they've snuck off to, and they seem to be following some sort of treasure map. Unfortunately for them, as soon as I walk into the field, I remember the dream I'd had the night before, and walk up to a slightly greener patch of grass and start digging at the spot they were being led to by the map.

We dig up a sort of treasure chest filled with gold and a diary. The diary is from a muggle perspective, and tells how they were sailing around in a balloon, but they discovered that three of the passengers were wizards, and they had a powerful bomb, so the muggles threw them off the balloon, before flying off and dying. But somehow the diary is here with the wizards' treasure. I manage to safely disarm the bomb, and soon we're on a bus, on our way back to Hogwarts.

Snape is angry with us (what else is new?) Malfoy seems to be more or less unfriendly, but decent. We've played some sort of minor prank on some little first year students, but they've ratted us out to Mcgonagall, so now we have to start planning another, worse prank on them, and they are realizing it would have been better to have just left things alone.

Non-dream Dream

I am at a resort with my wife. She is laying out on the beach and I am in the water. I look out at the horizon and notice that a massive wave, as high as the clouds, is coming towards our beach. I start making my way towards the beach but the undertow is pulling me out to sea. I manage to get out. I grab my wife and start directing her and others to safety. We get to the top floor of the resort before the wave hits. The water comes crashing through the resort and reaches our floor. I move everyone around a corner and we stand up against one of the walls. The water rushes through and eventually goes down.

Once the wave passes, we are in a survival of the fittest situation. We are in some kind of game and I am losing. Hermione and Harry Potter are in the lead. They are both under water and apparently time flows slower under water. Hermione gets out first and ages 3 years while Harry is getting out. I lose whatever game we are playing. I find a van and drive it skillfully backwards down a long steep hill and out into traffic. I am a sore loser and I begin taking important game pieces and scatter them all over the arena (which I believe is a high school at this point).

Next I want to have sex with my wife. I am ready to go but she keeps delaying. My erection keeps going up and down and I finally say fuck it and I leave.

08-24-2012 -- [So I've been noticing something odd. I have some dreams that I think are huge, and some dreams that seem quite short in comparison. But when I write out the basics so I don't forget, almost all of them take up the same amount of space. And when I type them in, almost half the time, the short, sweet ones are longer than the long ones. This stuff is just weird. That said, this feels like one of the longest dreams I have ever had, and it covers something like a couple of decades of time. We'll see how long it is after I type it in, though....]

This is a Harry Potter dream. Throughout the dream, I am Harry Potter, though the entire dream also takes place in less than a block of space where I grew up in Buena Park. In this dream I have been 'orphaned' as usual, same with Neville Longbottom. But Neville is five or six years older than me, and mostly raises me as a sort of big brother.

Though the whole dream was very intricate, detailed, and vivid, my mind can't manage to remember the earliest bits as anything but a haze of chases, kidnappings, running and hiding, and powerful magics. There are lots of hints of subtle warnings just before a kidnapping, so it turns into a chase, instead, and powerful accidental magics that end up injuring or killing the Death Eaters that are trying to harm us.

Much of the hiding and chasing seems to be happening around the Heinz house, and it is becoming obvious that Neville and I are very powerful. Almost an entire different level than the average witch or wizard, the difference is that obvious. Neville and I defend each other as well as ourselves, and we do a very good job of it.

A few years pass, and sometime around the age of eleven or twelve, we find and rescue my parents, James and Lily, who didn't die, as everybody thought, but were somehow captives for the last decade or so. I spend the next few years being raised by them, and my powers continue to grow. We live in the Potter Ancestral home, which is the Goodwins' place, but magically larger.

I'm standing in the living room / dining room combo, staring a long distance down the two small steps into the den (as I say, expansion charms) where a hot (in more ways than one), sweaty Lily Potter is dressed in a tight, form fitting spandex body suit, collapsed on the couch, recovering from some heavy exercise that has left her exhausted, and somehow sexually spent. I am entranced.

I use my powers to heal, refresh, and sexually recharge her, so she suddenly finds herself incredibly horny, and I back away quietly, unseen. She didn't see me, she can't know I had anything to do with it, but somehow she does, and is embarrassed and absolutely furious with me.

She's gotten a hold of my remote control (why not a wand? I don't know) and is trying to check for my finger prints to prove it was me. I don't understand the logic, but somehow I have to fake playing When the Saints Go Marching In on the piano badly (Rod Miller-style Entertainer wrong notes) when I know I could play it perfectly, to prove my innocence. She still suspects me, though.

It is a couple of months later that Neville calls an extended family meeting over at the Heinz house. As we all get together and I wonder what is going on, I suddenly realize right before they tell me. Neville is going to take over raising me again. He explains that they just aren't comfortable around me. My power levels scare them, I just don't fit in, and they want to concentrate on their new family.

In one way, in the back of my mind, I can understand. But mostly I am just hurt. Hurt, and angry. I am just about to stalk off when we are attacked by a Death Eater, and I lose it. I just wave my hand at him, and his head explodes like it was hit with a Sledge-O-Matic. Same happens to all the other Death Eaters who are attacking. For the first time ever, I let out my full power, and I am as far above Neville's level as he is above everybody else. I stalk back across the street to the Hickory house (my house) which I guess I've decided is my new home, just leaving everybody else standing there, horrified.

A few years pass, and Neville comes over to confront me. He fears I am becoming complacent, and unsafe. We're talking on the balcony of the Hickory house, perhaps three or four floors up (it's only a single story home, but as I said, expansion charms.) As we're talking, another powerful warlock attacks us. This guy would be a challenge for Neville, but I gesture, penetrate his shields, and disintegrate him. Neville tells me this is just what he is talking about. He shows me a small blue sphere, just about the size of a superball, and explains they are powerful explosives, and the guy probably planted a bunch of them around before he attacked.

I do a summoning, and sure enough, I pull together a number of the things. I banish them about a hundred feet into the air, and Neville is amazed and horrified. Horrified because at a mere hundred feet, they would still do tremendous damage. Amazed, because other than a sonic boom-like bang and a few broken windows, there is no damage. Though I never tell Neville, I contained and shielded the explosion, easily within my powers. Neville stalks off, more convinced than ever that I am over-confident and dangerous, and I am completely on my own.

A couple more years have passed, and I am now 19 or 20. The age difference between Neville and I has grown, because he now has an entire family of his own, including almost grown children. They pull me in for another family meeting, but this time we have it at my house. The Potters have a couple more kids, as does Neville, and they all arrive in a big horse-drawn wagon. [Whether this is in reference to the backward wizarding world, or a throwback to the Tales of Alvin Miller series I have been listening to for the last few weeks, I don't know.]

The Potter women start to explore the house, and as they approach the hallway leading back to the bedrooms, I sense an evil wizard or monster there. I don't even wave my hand anymore. I just think, and silently destroy the being, leaving nothing but a pattern of blood on the wall, which the ladies just assume is a part of the wallpaper.

As the Longbottoms try to situate the wagon in my living room, Neville's oldest daughter, who is just at the edge of adulthood, is bent over in a pair of loose jogging shorts, revealing a rather nice backside. I'm beginning to get ideas, and I'm hoping Neville doesn't notice me noticing.

He does. He is very forceful in pushing on me an odd binding contract written on our tongues, ordering me to stay away from his daughter. I am not very happy with him, and neither is she. But in an odd twist, much like the deal with the Devil in the Piers Anthony Incarnation books, this includes an unwritten agreement that there are no restrictions on anybody else. By the end of the dream I have a very passionate Lily Potter in my arms, no longer able to resist me, as we're just about to move on to more than kissing.

[Hey ... don't blame me. I am not into incest. Throughout this entire dream I was Harry Potter, and it was Harry's mother, not mine. If anybody is into incest, it is Harry Potter!]

08-24-2012 -- [Recently I have been concentrating on and working on my dreams. I am remembering more, writing more down, and having a few more lucid dreams. I have also noticed a marked increase in waking up, writing down long dreams, having a hard time getting back to sleep, and then finding my next dream connects to the one before. This dream was dreamed a couple of hours after The Life and Times of Harry Potter, Warlock, above, and was kind of a continuation, of sorts.]

I am still a massively powerful Harry Potter, and still living in the Hickory house, but this time I am also myself. (Last dream I was Harry Potter ... this dream it is myself as Harry Potter, if you get what I mean.) There are still hints of the sexuality and passion of the last dream, but this time without any actual touching involved.

I keep finding myself looking out the sliding glass door to the patio, sometimes even going out there, and perhaps bits of adventure, though that part I cannot remember. Suddenly, Don Dunn is there, making some kind of arrangements with me in regards to a vehicle. He isn't giving me a car, but it is still quite important, and I am quite pleased with it. Some kind of paperwork or something. Anyway, we are almost finished when he wanders off to check with somebody else about something. I wait a few seconds, then try to follow him through the house.

As I reach the living room, I glance out the sliding glass door to see a huge face appear in the sky in front of Ivanova. This thing is huge, massive, and almost psychedelically colorful, kind of a cross between the real First One this scene was reminiscent of and Galactus. It is massive, powerful, and almost entirely a psychic/mental being, rather than physical. I am wondering if this thing might be powerful enough that even I couldn't take it out.

It is warning us to get out of the area, not being pushy, but trying to protect us. An enemy First One is also here, and it is trying to keep us apart. The enemy First One attacks the friendly one, and it is also almost entirely mental/psychic, but it is shaped like a Trek shuttlecraft. The friendly being keeps the enemy drawn to itself, so we can get away.

I am still staring out the same sliding glass door, but it is now on a space ship in deep space, and I am not only myself and Harry Potter, but also Captain Sheridan, and I am wondering if Garibaldi has gotten around to betraying me yet, before I suddenly wake up in a tilting bed because one of the supports has broken again. Then I really wake up.

[Real life influences my dreams again as I just was given a car by a friend because mine broke down, but I picked it up from Don Dunn's shop. Also, the supports on my bed have broken a couple of times in the past, leaving the bed tilting with one or two corners on the ground, but when I really woke up, the bed was still holding together ... for the moment.]

08-26-2012 -- This one is all over the place! Starts out in an old, spooky house. Might well be Grimmauld Place, as there seem to be two small beings running around, one that is friendly, and one that isn't. Almost certainly Dobby and Kreature. I'm wandering through the place, looking for secret passages and just exploring, but doors don't always lead the same places, and Kreature is dangerous.

I've already been given one ticking package which I've disarmed, but eventually I'm given another, rather lackadaisically wrapped, that is addressed to some sort of princess. It is a birthday present, but it is also ticking, and is probably also a bomb. Somehow I can't unwrap it and disarm it, though, because the present isn't for me.

Things shift here, as I have a package, and I find I must deliver it. I have no car, anymore, so they have teamed me up with another driver. We've driven a ways south, but not a huge amount. Perhaps Melbourne or Sebastian, not as far as something like Fort Pierce. Problem is, we're being sent to a huge complex with one address for the whole thing, and no instructions where to go. I think I've been here once before, years ago, and have a vague memory, but not enough.

Find a place to pick something up (seems like Idexx samples, and since the driver I seem to be working with in now Francisco, this makes sense), and so we start to head back to town, and soon we split up. I find myself at home, and I am listening to some kind of recording of the trip, and hear really subtle clues that tell me there were two place we had to pick up samples, and we only got one. Now I have to start planning a trip back. But since I no longer have a car, and need a new job, I'm also planning places I can stop for job interviews.

As I am about to hit the road anyway, I get a frantic phone call from Francisco. He's broken down or run out of gas or something, and is asking me to please hurry out to where he is to solve the problem. I explain we also need to go back to the first stop, and soon I am on my way. I'm on a freeway, driving along, though I'm not sure what I'm driving. My mind just doesn't focus on it. Eventually I am on a small scooter, though.

I hear a light honk and glance over to see an old, somewhat rusty, large red pickup truck, being driven by Amy Fikes. She's driving back to West Palm Beach, saw me, and wanted to wave. Soon I'm near a large brown van which is being driven by Joe Shirely, and he tells me he was meeting with Amy, and has pictures to share for the web site.

The traffic and fumes are getting to me on the scooter, and I take an offramp that for some reason is backed up. There is an accident ahead of me, and as I wait for things to clear up, I try and open a pack of donuts, but the bag tears, and chocolate donuts fall everywhere. As I am trying to pick them all up, some people from the car or truck behind me come up looking to assist anyone who is hurt. I tell them I'm healthy, and they look at all the donuts as if to say "yeah, right!"

They ask me how long I think I am going to stay healthy, and I just have this very odd feeling, and say "not very long. Watch yourselves." Suddenly there is a slight trembling, then the offramp we're on starts to break up and crash to the ground. We've fallen 15 or 20 feet, but nobody is seriously injured, just some minor cuts and bruises. From the offramp collapse, you'd expect an earthquake, but actually I soon see signs of a sinkhole that took out the supports. Soon we're all on our way again.

I continue further south and soon arrive at a mid-sized office building. Think it is at least three or four floors, but nothing much taller. I walk in the ground floor and start looking for an elevator, as the place I want is on the second floor, and I stumble into an office where Anne is working. She is dressed professionally, but in a red dress that is actually quite attractive, and shows off nice legs. She's not glad to see me, but I explain I have the wrong office, and was just looking for the elevator. I hear it through the wall as she points, and quickly leave.

I get in the elevator, and find myself sharing it with the family from the offramp. We all end up in the same office, and the family is there to begin setting up presentation equipment for a major party or event. Everybody is their group have small black patches around their eyes, spots where blood has pooled under the skin from blows from the collapse. I assume I probably have the same, but explain I am not with them, I'm here for a job.

They direct me to another room, where I find myself with two balloon artists working on some intricate and finely detailed small sculptures. They assume I am here to audition for the balloon gig at the party, and I didn't even know about that option. I was here about a normal job. Unfortunately they are not hiring for the normal position, and I'm not up to the skill level of the others (nor do I have my balloons with me) so the balloon gig is out, as well. Soon I'm just trying to find a way out of the building before I run into Anne again.

This dream occurred in a place that was a mixture of Harry Potter and Warehouse 13. In the beginning of the dream I am looking through the eyes of Harry Potter at first . In the beginning he is walking through what looks like Hogwarts common area and Warehouse 13 combined. There were a few people around us(Him) but he paid no attention to them. While walking we saw these two humongous alligator heads coming out of the carpet. We wanted to get by them but were to scared to even go near them. He tried to move them by using a spell but didn't get the result he wanted. Instead the whole building shook. Ms Friedrich from Warehouse 13 came out of an office and asked who had had done it. He raised his hand and went to the office. He sat down in a chair waiting for his punishment. They gave him a piece of paper. At first he didn't look at it when he did I felt his anger. His punishment was for him to do something they had said he would never have to do again.(Cant remember what it was) He ran out the door and ran up a sort of vent like stairs. When he got up the stairs he dropped onto his back with his arms and legs spread out. All of a sudden this girl in bright red skin showing clothing showed up. She laid herself down on top of his arm. All of a sudden i went into the mind of a girl who was wearing white and blue. I went into the girls body and controlled her mind. I pushed the girl in red away and laid on his other arm. I told him that I was here for him. He started talking to me about himself. He said he would reveal himself to me. I told him i would be with him by using the girls body. After i said that the dream suddenly ended and I woke up. I have been having many dreams about getting closer to a person who i think is my soulmate for years. As i get older and learn life lessons i get closer and we talk longer

No dreams the last couple of nights ... too stressed out with situations in my life at the moment, I think. But it's my dream journal, and rather than let it just sit here, I am going to post a couple of older dreams a day until I am dreaming again.

04-07-2012 -- Am visiting with a tech friend, and we're trying various on-line services to try and figure out which one we prefer. Don't know how the switch happens, but somehow I suddenly find myself sitting down to watch a school play with Emma Watson and Daniel Radcliffe.

I'm sitting between Dan and a snotty little blonde troublemaker who really reminds me of Nellie Olson on Little House. I bump into her, barely, while sitting down, and she is so outraged, she is threatening to kill me. If I lean forward to better see the stage, she is offended. If I say anything to Dan or Emma, she is infuriated. They have a ditzy friend who makes me think of a kid version of Allyce Beasley's Moonlighting character, and she somehow ends up kissing the obnoxious girl for a while, and Emma just sits there muttering "How can she do that with her?!?"

About the time the play is ending, the girl grabs a can of gas and starts trying to douse me with it. She's getting just as much on herself, however, and when she tries to light me on fire she sets herself ablaze, instead, and runs off. I glance over and Dan is standing in a puddle of the stuff. I am trying to warn him about it, but he doesn't seem to be too worried about it. He sets his arm on fire, and it flares up, but it only burns off the gas, and leaves him unharmed.

07-15-2012 -- I'm in my original bedroom in the Hickory House, which is a Hogwarts dorm room. I'm surrounded by piles and piles of trash and I'm shoving them around with a bunch of dorm mates making a half-hearted attempt to clean the place up. We're actually a lot more interested in learning a secret Ravenclaw spell that helps them keep the Slytherins at least slightly under control.

We Gryffindors learn it and abuse it for revenge, which leads to all-out warfare at the school. Thankfully the year is almost over, and we're leaving on the Express, but it is not a comfortable journey. There's a lot of magic being thrown around on the train ride, and it is starting to reach dangerous levels. I'm about to get between cars and try to release some of the magic so it can drain off into the countryside, but they've sealed the passages between cars.

At this point things have kind of shifted, and I'm halfway watching Harry, and halfway being Harry. There is a strange multi-timeline story going on, where there is a girl stuck in an inaccessible part of the castle, back in the founders' time. She's trapped in an area that is flooding, and is going to drown, and nobody can do anything about it.

Harry, in the present time, is working on some sort of project involving the Mirror of Ravenclaw, a long-lost artifact from the Founders' Era. Dumbles is trying to help, but really doesn't know what's going on. Harry has managed to recreate the mirror, and is sending it back in time along with a powerful cloak. The two items together can help save the girl.

Rowena Ravenclaw receives the cloak and the mirror, and manages to save the girl, then reveals that she never had any special mirror, and the rumored artifact that Harry 'recreated' was actually the mirror itself, which he sent through time. He was responsible for what he was trying to copy. The drowning girl was saved, somehow in the Smith's Food King parking lot. She half-turns into a guy, then turns back into a girl.

By this point, we are walking through the Disneyland parking lot, instead. Some of the girl's friends are telling her that they will meet her at the end of the night, in the employee parking lot near Harbor House. Problem is, they don't actually work there. I can understand their interest, but am explaining it is better to get a spot in Bambi than in Alice, anyway.

We're getting nearer the main entrance, and suddenly my sister Melody is there, and is two clues away from finishing a Penny Press crossword puzzle. She's going nuts about these last two clues, reading them out to see if anybody else knows them, and drawing thick lines in a grease pencil to make it easy to tell at a glance what the two clues still left to solve are.

We are now at the ticket gates, and I am now with my friend Dale as well as the girl rescued in time. Dale goes through the gate with a normal annual pass. I have one as well, luckily, but it is a key chain version, and is falling apart, like the old key chain I had for L.A. Fitness. They just barely get enough of a response from it and let me in.

It is raining heavily, and as we pass under the train station and reach Main Street, there is a really lousy parade going by. It's one of the really minimal parades like 30 Years of Magic, just something to pass time until they unveil the next major parade. I just try and ignore the whole thing. Dale has walked into the fire station for some reason, and I find myself walking down Main Street singing the Tap Shoes / Harvest Moon medley from Showbiz Is ..., and tap dancing my way down the street. I think I am dancing really badly, but for somebody who doesn't know what they are doing, it is actually pretty good.

I cover the entirety of Main Street in about five seconds, and suddenly find myself at Coke Corner, looking for the piano player. It is still pouring rain, so the piano is inside the restaurant. As I walk in, I find Johnny Lee there, talking to a guest. The guest keeps talking about the last piano player he saw there, who was a bit friendly, a bit crazy, and played very, very fast, and Johnny admitted it sounded like Rod.

The guy was asking Johnny to play a song, and Johnny indicated he wanted to, but unfortunately he had managed to break both his legs, so couldn't make use of any of the pedals. Instead Johnny seemed to be getting ready to go to sleep, and was pulling himself onto the piano keyboard and pulling the keyboard guard thingy over himself almost like a sort of coffin, before he took a nap.