White Rabbit Dream Catcher

catch your dreams~

[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

Me and Mom are driving down the block. She misses the turn to our house to avoid hitting a few puppies that are chasing each other across the road. Skye freaks out when he sees the puppies, and Mom pulls over. We hold onto Skye and slowly let him get used to the puppies from the other side of the car window. Once Skye acts more calm, we take him out of the car to meet the puppies face to face. I keep him on a short leash to make sure he behaves. Skye is now the size of a small, fluffy chihuahua. There’s a garage sale or something similar going on in the driveway with the puppies. [continued]

Relative to Real Life~ Night of May 23rd, 2015 (part 1 of 2) Real-life characters: Mom, Skye. Dream-created characters: Puppies. Real-life places: Our house. Dream-created places: Block, driveway we stop in. Different than real life: Skye is a mini-aussie who’s about knee-height- not a fluffy chihuahua sized dog. Reoccurring: No. Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

I commence a race for a group of guys on a dock, including Gary and Darel, all of whom are topless and wearing white shorts. I raise my hand up and bring it back down quick, and all the boys run off down the beach. As they take off, I trail behind them casually. I pick up little colored glass bottles that I find in the sand. I spot some in the water, and wade into it to collect them. A few of the bottles in the water are larger, and one of them ins a picante sauce jar. As I reach my arm under water to pull the bottles out of the sand, my nose goes below the water line. I choke once at first, not expecting the water to be so high as to block off my nose when I reached down. Meryl Streep sees me, and calls me out of the water and over to her. She wears a black, flowing, feathery dress. She seems overdressed for the beach but, she’s Meryl Streep. She can do anything. I self-consciously step over to her, trying and failing to keep all of my collected bottles in my grasp. She offers me a job to collect the bottles for her collection, and she even gives me a basket that has straps for my shoulders to carry what I find. I contemplate for a moment, and decide to accept the position. I’m not exactly sure what I’m getting into but it can’t be that bad, right? [End]

Relative to Real Life~ Night of May 18th, 2015 (2 of 2) (part 2 of 2) Real-life characters: Meryl Streep. Dream-created characters: None. Real-life places: Beach (at the lake I frequent, but nowhere particular.) Dream-created places: Dock. Reasons: Meryl Streep = I’ve been seeing a lot about Into The Woods on my Tumblr dashboard lately, which Meryl Streep stars in. Different than real life: I haven’t seen Darel nor Gary since I graduated high school in 2011, I’ve never met Meryl Streep, as far as I know Meryl Streep doesn’t have a bottle collection, it’s been since last summer that the water was warm enough to wade into. Reoccurring: No. Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

I’m visiting a museum. The artists were told to make displays without the use of transparent paints, and surprisingly they all did very well. The main piece in the center of the room is of a woman laying in water. It looks good, except the water looks off with there being no transparency effect in the paint. I agree with a bunch of other onlookers that the main piece should celebrate the lesser known artist’s work. [End]

Relative to Real Life~ Night of May 17th, 2015 Real-life characters: None. Dream-created characters: Artists, other people at the museum, girl in the painting. Real-life places: None. Dream-created places: Museum. Different than real life: It has been many years since I’ve been to a museum. Reoccurring: No. Precognitive: No experiences yet.

zurastar 05172015

[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

A man and a woman who look like they’re from an indigenous tribe in AOE3 walk up to a wall with a castle on the other side of it. The castle just inside the wall shoots canon balls at them. I had tried to warn them before they ran up to the castle that the only way to get into the wall is to sneak inside- that a frontal attack wouldn’t get anywhere. They didn’t listen. They do manage to run back away from the wall before they loose all their health. Now I’m in a large mall or super store. I’m trying to hide from someone, or a group of people that’s after me, so I duck into the women’s restroom. It’s a really nice bathroom with brown tiles and teal/blue paint and stall doors. The wood trim in the room is ornate and the sinks are made of fine marble. Each stall is like it’s own bathroom with it’s own sink and toilet and vanity mirror. I close myself in one and find a pair of black socks, a black bag, and a playing MP3 player next to the sink. These things aren’t mine but I sort of want to steal the MP3 player and claim it as my own. I decide to do the right thing and just leave it where I found it. When I’m sure the coast is clear and that the people after me have lost me, I tentatively leave the stall and start toward the exit. I step over an unconscious, homeless man to step out the door. I look around to be triple sure my assailants are gone, before wandering into the store. As I wander around I can’t help but think of the MP3 player that I left behind. I make it to the front doors, past the checkers, before I decide that I want to go back for the stupid thing. It looked like someone forgot it there, and finders keepers, right? I struggle to locate the bathrooms again, and vaguely think to myself, “Dang it, this is /my/ dream. It would be ridiculous if I can’t find the bathrooms in my own freaking dream. I /am/ going to find them and they’re going to be along this wall.” I pass by the checkers, having to push a chart out of my way to get past, and finally find the bathrooms along the wall. I walk inside, and have to check multiple stalls before I find the right one again. I take the MP3 player and leave. Before I make it out the door, I end up running into the store manager. She has a small bin full of lost electronics, and I feel pressured into putting the MP3 in there. To me it’s mine now, so I’m puffy that I had to give it up. The setting changes into a living/dining room. I sit a really high table with five or so kids, none older than 10, and we all are about to have birthday cake. The store manager is the mom. I feel oddly out of place with this family. [End]

Relative to Real Life~ Day of May 16th, 2015 Real-life characters: None. Dream-created characters: AOE3 man and woman, people that are after me, homeless man, store manager, kids. Real-life places: AOE3 walls and castle and environment (nowhere specific). Dream-created places: Store, bathroom, living/dining room. Different than real life: If I found a MP3 left in a bathroom I’d take it to the lost and found- I wouldn’t just claim it as my own. Reoccurring: No. Precognitive: No experiences yet.

zurastar 05162015

[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

I’m in lunchroom with a few college students. I sit across from Travis. We all need to go to the library to do some kind of game/project. Weston and Jessica are the first ones to leave, and I quickly follow them since I have no idea how to get to the library. Krun follows behind me, since he doesn’t know either. When we get to the library, we find that the tiny bookstore-like room is closed. Mary stands right outside the door and reads the sign that’s taped up on it. It says that the librarians left early to make and have dinner at home, and that they’ll be back in the late afternoon. It’s just before noon now, and we don’t have time to wait. As revenge for the unexpected closing which will result in our definite failure in this assignment/project, we cover the entire library in digital sequins that flash ugly colors and form images like sequin pixels. Not a single book spine, bookshelf, chair, wall, window, door, or table is left uncovered in the flashing specks. We also create and unleash a pink, digital elephant on the town. It’s a pixelated image that runs on the LED lit roads. It’s harmless really, but it confuses the hell out of drivers and causes crashes. We didn’t intend to hurt people. The police show up and even try to shoot it with rocket launchers. Obviously since it’s a 2-D digital image, the grenades only do damage to the innocent civilians on the road instead. [End]

Relative to Real Life~ Day of May 11th, 2015 Real-life characters: Travis, Weston, Jessica, Krun, Mary. Dream-created characters: “Librarians”, drivers, police. Real-life places: None. Dream-created places: Lunchroom, hallways, library, streets. Different than real life: I’m not a college student, I haven’t seen Travis nor Jessica since we graduated high school in 2011, I’ve only seen and briefly spoken to Weston once since 2011, I’ve only seen Mary and Krun around a few times since 2011, I’ve never covered anything in sequins- especially in revenge. Reoccurring: No. Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

I’m about to ride bikes with John and Dean, or at least /they/ have bikes. We stand on a road that curves down a hill. The road is covered in bouncy-ball sized, sharp rocks. They mount their bicycles, and expect me to keep up. All I have is my bare feet, but I make it work. I try to avoid the rocks while I can, and ignore the pain when I don’t. They’re surprised I manage to stay with them, but I do. The street runs underground, and eventually we turn a corner and end up in a basement. It feels like a parking garage with some ratty furniture and piles of blankets and trash. There’s a massive hole in the roof of the basement that leads outside, and has plants and debris pouring inside. A black, medium sized dog comes out of nowhere and clamps its’ teeth onto my left foot. I desperately fight the animal off, suffering bites to my hands as I do so. Now I’m driving around town. It’s bright and sunny out. I’m driving past houses that I don’t recognize. John radios me to throw the soup I have in the car with me. I pull over and open the Styrofoam cup, and pour out it’s contents in front of a two-story, blue house. I hope no one is watching and thinking I’m doing this in front of their house maliciously. The soup was old and molding, black specks mixed in with dark brown liquid that makes me want to gag. I toss the cup into the garbage bin in front of the blue house without ever leaving my car, and then close my door. I examine my left knee, which either Dean or John extremely bruised. It’s so bad that it’s black, as black as it would be if I kneeled on an inkpad. It hurts so bad. Dean, John, and I refuse to talk about it. It’s an awkward, unwanted situation which all of us half mixed feelings about. [End]

Relative to Real Life~ Day of May 10th, 2015 (2 of 2) Real-life characters: John Winchester (Supernatural), Dean Winchester (Supernatural). Dream-created characters: Dog. Real-life places: None. Dream-created places: Street, basement/underground place, streets I drove on, blue two story house. Different than real life: I’ve never had to run on bare feet to keep up with anyone on a bike, I’ve never been attacked by a dog, no one has ever bruised me intentionally. Reoccurring: No. Precognitive: No experiences yet.

zurastar 05102015

[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

I’m Hillary Duff. Me and Mary and another friend of ours are outside of this sanctioned off mining site. Our presence isn’t illegal so long as we stay outside of the barrier. We break through a gate with a red sign on it, though. We’re trying to investigate something, but we get caught. We’re arrested, and taken straight to a jail. I manage to break me and Mary out, and we return to the mining site. I’m determined to get to the bottom of what we’re investigating. When we get back inside, we find a library. We look through the books, and I find one that’s a ledger of all of the books that have been checked out, by who, and when they were returned. The thing looks ancient, from a couple of centuries ago at least. I look through it, looking for Jensen Ackles’ name. [continued]

Relative to Real Life~ Day of May 10th, 2015 (1 of 2) (part 1 of 3) Real-life characters: “Hillary Duff”, Mary, “Jensen Ackles”. Dream-created characters: Friend, people that arrest us at the mining site. Real-life places: None. Dream-created places: Mine, jail. Different than real life: Me and Mary haven’t talked since 2010-11ish, I’ve never broken into a mining site or any other place I wasn’t supposed to be. Reoccurring: No. Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

I’m giving Darel a ride home from school, since he doesn’t have any other way to get home. On the way, I pass two dogs in the middle of the road that have been hit by cars. When I pass the second one, I see that he’s still moving. He’s still alive. I apologize to Darel, explaining that though I wanted to take him straight home- I can’t just leave that dog. I tell him I’ll still take him home, but I have to save this dog first. If he wants to walk home from here I understand. Darel says that it’s fine, that he wants to help, and that he’ll just call his family to let them know he won’t be home right away. I turn the car around and park in the gravel parking lot closest to the part of the street the dog lays in. I gather the hurt dog in my arms, and carry him out of the road. I bundle him up in one of my jackets, and set him carefully in my back seat with my dog Skye. We stop by my apartment first. We park right outside, the entire outside of it lit with an orange glow like a dim street light in the middle of the night. After I grab a few things from the dark apartment, we rush to the vet. Now Mom is with me instead of Darel. We go to K-Store instead of the vet, and the people inside treat us like idiots for asking about buying wood. Suddenly I remember the dog, and I am upset that we didn’t go straight to the vet to get him help. Thankfully the vet is right across the parking lot. I carry the dog and Skye inside, and hand them over to the vet. She says that she’ll be able to save the one hit by the car, thanks to me bringing him here. She also fixes Skye’s hurt ankles by wrapping them up with ace bandages. [continued]

Relative to Real Life~ Day of May 8th, 2015 (part 1 of 2) Real-life characters: Darel, Skye, Mom, vet. Dream-created characters: People inside K-Store, dogs that were hit. Real-life places: Road with the hit dog, gravel parking lot, apartment, K-store, vet. Dream-created places: None. Different than real life: I’ve never had the opportunity to save a dog after it was hit by a car, I’ve never given a Darel a ride anywhere, I haven’t seen Darel since I graduated high school with him in 2011, me and Mom haven’t been to K-store in a long while, I haven’t lived in that apartment since 2011. Reoccurring: No. Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

I’m in the basement with Misha/Dean [one man who is a mix of both men], who is struggling to empty the vacuum. I show him where the release button is for the bucket, but he still can’t quite get it to detach. I help him, pushing on the button while he pulls on the vacuum. We struggle so hard with the task that I somehow end up on my back with the vacuum on top of me. Finally he gets it out, but the dust from the bucket flies in my face, peppering my eyes and easily getting inside my nose. I tell him that that’s going to agitate my allergies like hell, and he sincerely apologizes. My eyes start to water and my nose burns like I have to sneeze- but a sneeze never comes. I stand there like an idiot, unable to do anything but paw at my blurry eyes and wipe at my nose itching nose. Dean [now only Dean and not partially Misha] feels sorry for me and helps me to the couch. He sits me down on the end closest to the stairs and sits next to me. He let’s me lay my head down on his thigh has he strokes my hair. He tells me he’ll get Cas to come down here and “zap” my allergies away. I close my eyes and enjoy the comfort. [End]

Relative to Real Life~ Day of May 7th, 2015 Real-life characters: Misha Collins (actor), Dean Winchester (Supernatural), “Castiel” (Supernatural). Dream-created characters: None. Real-life places: Basement. Dream-created places: None. Different than real life: I’ve never met Misha nor Jensen (the actor who plays Dean), I haven’t vacuumed in a while, the vacuum has never blown dust in my face, I have bad allergies but not quite as bad as this dream. Reoccurring: No. Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

There’s a massive trailer parked in my dad’s driveway, reaching all the way from the front garage to the road. It’s piled high with all of my junk- all things that I’m working to throw away. Boxes upon boxes upon boxes of useless, in the way items that I’m getting rid of. I walk on top of the mounds of junk. A line of my old classmates runs parallel with the trailer, the side opposite the house. Zeal shouts a screamo shout in a beat that mimics someone shouting “row, row, row” to keep rowers in unison. With every shout he shouts, my classmates pass a box of my things down the line and stack them on the trailer. I am balancing on top of these trashed things because I am looking for something that ended up on this trailer that I didn’t want to throw away. I’m quite desperate to find it before they are lost forever. Finally, near the end of the trailer closest to the road, I find a clear box full of my lion, tiger, and jaguar toys from when I was a child. I pour a few out into my hand, including the lion cub that’s in a sitting position, has a missing paw, and hand painted with tiger stripes. I would have been so sad if I had lost these little guys. [End]

Relative to Real Life~ Night of May 5th, 2015 Real-life characters: Zeal, classmates. Dream-created characters: None. Real-life places: Dad’s driveway, road. Dream-created places: Trailer. Reasons: Zeal Screamo-ing = My alarm clock was going off, and I have it set to play a rock radio station. Pretty sure a song with some heavy screaming was playing while I slept through it. Different than real life: Barely any of my classmates have ever been to my dad’s house, I haven’t seen Zeal since we graduated in 2011, I’ve never done a major throw-out like that. Reoccurring: No. Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

The world is in a post-apocalyptic state. Me and my family are trying to survive on the road, but it isn’t easy. We carry all the belongings we have on our backs. One of the girl in our group pushes a wooden cart in front of her. Inside is some blankets and a baby. I smile at the child and tell the woman that her daughter is adorable.

We follow the path through the trees to an area with a thin dirt path that cuts across a cyan blue pond. It doesn’t harmful, so we try to cross on the little dirt bridge. It’s a mistake, because every single one of us end up stuck in the poisonous cyan substance. It’s similar to water but thick, holding us in place as the gas it emits is slowly killing us.

I have to do something, or we’re all going to die. I swim under the cyan liquid and start to haul out as many people as I can, including my Mom. I can’t save everyone, however.

Once those who are left are back on the bank near the trees, we try to figure out what to do. Our only way on is past this cyan pond. I propose that we make sure we stay on the dirt and make a dash through.

We don’t have time to think of anything else as another group is approaching from the rear. We take off running. [End]

Relative to Real Life~

Day of September 13th, 2015 (2 of 2)

Real-life characters: Mom.

Dream-created characters: Girl with the baby, baby, others in the group, other group.

Real-life places: None.

Dream-created places: Forest we’re in, cyan pond.

Reoccurring: No.

Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

I’m sitting at my computer. I look to my right at the mirror on the other side of the room. A shadow darts out of view in the reflection.

My eyes water with fear as I stare, wide eyed, at the reflective glass. Nothing else moves, but there was definitely a shadow on the wall the mirror is reflecting- and that shadow definitely moved.

“Don’t tell me you just heard that- don’t tell me…” I can hear Mom saying upstairs as she heads toward the top of the stairs, clearly freaked out by something that just happened to her as well. [End]

Relative to Real Life~

Day of September 13th, 2015 (1 of 2)

Real-life characters: Mom.

Dream-created characters: Shadow thing.

Real-life places: Basement.

Dream-created places: None.

Different than real life: I haven’t seen a shadow move since I was little.

Reoccurring: No.

Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

Me and Mom are driving toward home when we pass by a sign for a garage sale. We decide to take a peek, and find two octagonal coffee tables with glass tops for only a quarter each. The guy selling them tells us that the glass doesn’t fit quite right.

We end up in the guys house as we pay, and Granny is suddenly with us. We start to doubt that we want them after all the trouble we’re having to go through to pay for them. [End]

Relative to Real Life~

Day of September 10th, 2015

Real-life characters: Mom, Granny.

Dream-created characters: Guy who’s running the garage sale.

Real-life places: Car.

Dream-created places: Street, garage sale, guy’s house.

Different than real life: We’ve never bought tables like that at a garage sale.

Reoccurring: No.

Precognitive: No experiences yet.

zurastar 09102015

[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

My uncle shows me this cluster of beautiful trees. Vines grow up the bark, covered in pink butterflies. I stand and stare at the beautiful sight for a long while before I see what looks like a large insect head past the trees.

I finally move closer to the trees to see around them. Once I get a better look, I see that the insect head that I saw is in fact the head of a giant butterfly with pink wings the length of cars. It turns around and faces it’s rear toward me, where gold doors like that on a plane open. The butterfly wants me to climb aboard. I am supposed to be it’s controller.

I refuse, not wanting the responsibility yet. I close the hatch, where in hindsight- I realize I should have just walked away. By closing the hatch, I have given it permission to be it’s own master and do what it wants. It sets out to destroy the world. I scramble to my car and start driving as fast as I can to get away. In the glove box, there’s a red button with a picture of a stick of dynamite on it. I press it about three times, thinking that maybe it will stop the beast I just released.

Instead, it allows the killer insect to blow buildings up with the power of it’s mind.

I see that there is no way to stop this thing from here on out, so I decide to quit this saved game and load the saved game before I released the bug [a similar set up as the game Skyrim]. When I reload, I am driving down the main street heading North. I’m driving to slow for some of the people behind me, who decides to zoom past. I pull over to one of the parking spots along the road, and count the money that’s in my pocket. It’s two twenties, two tens, and enough fives and ones to make up around eighty dollars. I go into a restaurant and stand in line to get some food. Granny is also in line. She tries to get me to hook up with the boy that is at the register. [End]

Relative to Real Life~

Day of September 9th, 2015 (2 of 3)

Real-life characters: Uncle, Granny.

Dream-created characters: Butterflies, giant butterfly, people speeding by me, people in line, guy at the register.

Real-life places: Car, street.

Dream-created places: The trees, the parking, the restaurant.

Different than real life: I’ve never seen a butterfly that large, I’ve never seen trees covered in pink butterflies, I actually don’t think I’ve ever in-person seen a pink butterfly, I only wish I had 80 dollars in my pocket.

Reoccurring: No.

Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

Setting Up The TV

I’m sitting on my uncle’s couch with Mom, my uncle, and two elderly women. We’re trying to set something up on the TV. It’s a really simple thing to set up, but the elderly women are insistent on doing it themselves. All that needs to be done is selecting about seven items out of a list that’s no longer than nine items. The blue link-like items have to be selected from the top down, skipping the third to last and the last one. They select the items in the wrong order over and over, making us start over every time. It’s incredibly frustrating because if they would just slow down and take their time, they wouldn’t be accidentally selecting the items out of order.

It happens so many times that I eventually resort to bribing the one holding the remote, saying that if she slows down and gets it right on the very next time she tries- I’ll give her a candy bar. She asks me what kind of candy bar, and I tell her any kind she wants.

She still doesn’t do it right. [End]

Relative to Real Life~

Day of September 9th, 2015 (3 of 3)

Real-life characters: Uncle, Mom.

Dream-created characters: Two women.

Real-life places: Uncle’s living room.

Dream-created places: None.

Reasons:

TV set up = My uncle was recently running a line from his living room to the basement so he could have TV downstairs.

Different than real life: I’ve never set anything up on my uncle’s TV.

Reoccurring: No.

Precognitive: No experiences yet.

zurastar 09092015

[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

I’m part of a huge war that my side narrowly wins. I stand in a field full of skeletons- both animal and human, all completely bare bones. There’s piles, hills of them- as far as anyone can see. Half of the bones are a darker tan and look weathered, while the other half look like they’re bleached white. The bleached white ones start to rattle, until they lift up into the air and start to collect together- forming the mammoths and other animals that died in battle. Their bodies start to regenerate around the formed bones, from the feet up. All of the human skeletons stay dead.

I leave the area where the animals are regenerating toward a dirt cliff. On the other side of the cliff is a tall bone structure that I know once belonged to an animal I cared dearly about. It’s as tall as a building. I need to climb up and over this dirt if I’m going to be able to see the animal.

I scale the cliff one pocket at a time- but it’s no easy task. The dirt is compacted but is still not quite stone- similar to sandstone. It’s fragile. There’s places I can grab that feel stable but they crack and crumble when I try to put my weight on them. I spot a penny on my way up, but ignore it.

I get quite a ways up, but can’t seem to find a safe way up and over. I look down and see I’m so far up that if I fall, I’ll be in a world of hurt. I climb back down, snagging that penny on my way. At the bottom I end up in a shed with a few other little treasures that I collect. [End]

Relative to Real Life~

Day of September 7th, 2015

Real-life characters: None.

Dream-created characters: People that fought and died, animals.

Real-life places: None.

Dream-created places: Field of bones, cliff, area beyond cliff that I can’t reach.

Different than real life: I’ve never been in battle, mammoths are extinct.

Reoccurring: No.

Precognitive: No experiences yet.

zurastar 09072015

[whiterabbitdreamcatcher-blog]

Snape walks into the room that me and Mom are in, in this castle. I continue to try and scrape white letter-shaped beads out of the sink near the door. Snape tells me that my attendance is needed outside.

I walk with him uncomfortably. He leads me outside where we arrive at a place set up for trial. The trail is to decide whether Snape is guilty or innocent for his crimes. Before the trial is done, a loud thump sounds, silencing everyone.

Another thud, followed by another, and another. The loud thuds get closer and closer and faster. Something has been released, and everyone knows that it’s Snape’s fault.

The creature that was released is a dragon. The dragon either says out loud, or I hear it’s thoughts thinking: “Get the autistic one.” The only autistic person in the crowd is Snape’s son. Snape pleads with me to take his son to safety.

I agree, and lead his son along with my cousins and my cousins’ friends to the safety of a nearby bathroom. We can hear the dragon parading around looking for us outside of the walls. We all hide in one of the stalls, but one of the boys refuses to be quiet. I have to threaten him, get in his face, and tell him that he’ll die if he doesn’t shut up. If I’m not cruel to him he won’t stop and we’ll all end up dead. Even that barely saves us.

Finally, Snape comes back. He thanks me deeply for saving his son, and starts to head back toward the trial. I ask him what’s going to happen to him, and he tells me that he’s going to be found guilty for sure now. I get emotional even though Snape’s not my favorite person in the world. Still, he means a lot to me. I take his hand in my own and we walk together. I don’t want him to die.

Before we turn the corner to the trial I give him a large hug and start crying.

Then I’m eating with my aunt, uncle, and their kids. I’m content with the food that my aunt decides to bring out, including a large clear jar with green liquid inside. The glass of the jar works like a magnifying glass, magnifying the green peppers that are inside. They’re supposed to be one of the hottest peppers on the planet. I’m not sure that I want one, but she definitely wants one for herself. Her excitement gets me considering trying it. [End]

Relative to Real Life~

Day of August 23rd, 2015 (part 2 of 2)

Real-life characters: Snape [Harry Potter], aunt, uncle, cousins.

Dream-created characters: Cousins’ friends, people at the trial, dragon, Snape’s son.

Real-life places: Aunt and uncle’s kitchen.

Dream-created places: Castle that Snape finds me in in the beginning, room at the beginning, trial place, bathroom.

Different than real life: Snape never had a son.

Reoccurring: No.

Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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