Two nights ago I had a short but memorable dream where I was Harry Potter. I am assuming we were in Hogwarts, because it was castle-esque, but definitely did not look like Hogwarts. Voldemort had broken into the school along with his cohorts and they were killing children left and right. Me (a.k.a. Harry) Hermione and Ron were hiding in a basement area with other children (it must have been in the room of requirement because Voldemort couldn’t find us). There was a spot in the wall that I could lean out of in order to see what was going on in the hallway without being seen. We were also trying to get to Professor Umbridge’s office for some reason. I can only guess that we were trying to use her fire for outside communication. This isn’t the first Harry Potter dream I’ve had. They’ve ranged from me being Harry, Dumbledore and Voldemort as well as one of me playing Quidditch.
Last night had a weird dream that actually didn’t involve any famous people at all, which is a rare occurence. I was dreaming that I was getting ready for church. I must have been at a very busy hotel with a swimming pool because as I walked out I saw some people that I knew at the pool. A friend of mine from high school named Angela was with her baby playing in the water. I went up to say hi, and she had three sisters that were with her that I apparently also knew. We figured out that we knew each other from institute classes at SLCC. At that point Angela and I went to say hi to some other people we knew from high school. For some reason, she informed me that it was important that we pretend we were together, despite the fact that she was married. So, she grabbed my hand as we approached the people. We explained to them that we were having an affair. One of the people was her husband, who just happened to be my friend Brian from BYU-Hawaii. Brian was obviously very sad about this news. After awhile, Angela and Brian walked a few other people out of the room that we were in. When they got back to the room, Angela and I told Brian and my other friend Quinn the truth about our fake affair. I told them, “Do you really think I am capable of having an affair? After being abstinent for 29 years, do you think I would just go and sleep with a married woman?” We all laughed at this and then I woke up. I love it when I dream about people that I haven’t seen in over ten years.
