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I am in a really large building, even though it had only two rooms. (the rooms were vary big.) I'm with with some school mates, and a teacher. One of the students, Tayah, is trying to leave the building, but the teacher says, "I have security cameras," and we all had to stay in the building.
Sometime later, it is in the same setting, yet I am there with my sister and Grandma. I am giving my grandma a tour. The back room has a tower that is filled with candle in it, and a water fountain thing in the back. There are also long tables for people to play board games on. The center of the front room is filled with machinery, and on the outside is empty. I remember sitting on one of the machinery pieces and telling my grandma that it is where I practice with my stand partner playing the violin. The scene changes to my house, where my bettas are sick. Them and their tank mates have basically frozen still. For some reason, the tower filled with candles can help them. I go into the tower, and get red birthday candles (the type that supposedly will save my bettas from dying.) I noticed that one of the candles says "poison" on it, so I decide to not use any of the candle. Sometime later, I am in the loft in my house, thinking about that dream. I remember thinking, "I hope it wasn't real."
In another dream, I was in a book store with my mom and another lady. I peered around a corner, and saw a whole bunch of Harry Potter books. (I LOVE HARRY POTTER) I was looking at a giant film making Harry Potter book when my mom came up, and pointed out another HP book. When I tried to show her the one I had, she ignored me for a while, and then started looking at the film making book. For some reason, there were lots of pictures or people at a dance at my school in it.

11-29-2015 -- Kind of a cool one, if not all there. I'm wandering around a place that I have been before, which is a strange blending of the multi-level underground office complex at Savanna High School and the hospital that I have dreamed of several times in the last couple of years with the long corridors along the south and west sides of the building. This odd combination is further crossed with the spooky haunted maze type of dream.

So we're creeping through these corridors, trying to avoid running into either the people in charge, who don't want us in areas that we don't belong, or the monsters that are roaming the area. I'm leading them down the long, empty corridor along the west side of the building, trying to get everyone else to stay quiet and move quickly, since I have some familiarity with the building, and know more-or-less where I am going. Soon we're going along the south corridor, dodging doctors and patients, but not in any sort of trouble. Then we're heading up the east side, which is where things are turning more into the Savanna building.

Soon we're in the men's room, trying to access the secret passageways that not only lead deeper into the hidden areas of the building, but also into other times and other dimensions. To even get into the restroom involved finding keys and following detailed processes, though in this particular dream, we weren't 'living through' that part of it. We're just in the restroom, and the others are loosening the grating on the ceiling, and starting to climb up. My friends are traveling to another world, but I'm busy theorizing about the whole process, and don't notice them trying to get my attention, and finally they go on without me.

I notice I'm all alone, and while I could follow them as far as things working for me, I'm not really in good enough shape to feel comfortable trying to pull myself up into the ceiling by myself. Instead I decide I'll explore a little bit, trying to move carefully, act like I belong, and avoid attention. I tell myself that if I stick to the well-lit areas, I ought to be able to avoid any of the zombies.

So I am moving slowly and carefully, being quiet, doing nothing to draw attention to myself, trying to look like I belong, and I reach the underground attendance office. I just kind of peek in, wave to a few of the ladies there, say hello. No problems ... until I try and leave, and one of the guys in the office glances my way and realizes he doesn't know me and I probably don't belong. He starts a chase, and suddenly I'm running pell-mell through maze-like corridors being chased by monsters.

At one point I find myself climbing over rubble around a sort of stream, climbing over a broken down dam, and one of the zombies chasing me is an old friend. He's actually calling out to me, begging me to take him with me. In our original world, this friend was outright killed, a while back. But in this world, they did whatever turns people into zombies here to him ... but it only half takes. He has a zombie's broken down body, but his mind is his own, and he isn't trying to eat my brains. I think about it, and find myself thinking if I bring him from this world to our world, I can have my friend back ... but I warn him he is going to have to be really careful with his foot, which is rotted and only half connected, and kind of flopping around. I tell him he'll have to protect it until we can find a way to heal it for him.

So we climb through the rubble into the school gym, where we almost immediately run into Dumbledore, who unfortunately only needs to glance at us and hear a couple of tiny details before he realizes we've been messing with things we shouldn't be messing with. We're involved in both time travel and dimensional travel, neither things that are very safe to play around with.

We keep moving, heading to the restroom where we can make it back to my world, when suddenly things shift, and I'm not me, but a rather attractive female teacher who is trying to find this strange dimensional portal that we're using. She's actually reached the counter that has the small hidden drawer with the key needed to make it in the restroom, and is looking in exactly the right place, but she hasn't done one of the earlier parts of the process that makes the trigger for the drawer visible to you, so she can't see it.

Even as myself, I now have the same problem, I can't access the hidden key because of some part of the process that I haven't done recently enough on this world ... thankfully I also still have another key to another hidden area on another world in my pocket (from a different dream), and it will work here, too.

At this point I am myself again, and sneak up on the teacher and half-kidnap her, dragging her down a hall and into a department store (can't say for sure if it is Sears, May Co, or Penney's, because I don't really see enough of it). Near a broken down wall, surrounded by piles and racks of clothes, I somehow use some kind of truth ray on her to interrogate her and see if we can trust her enough to bring her in on things, and maybe have some fun, as well. As I said, very attractive teacher.

I skipped a few days writing down my dreams because I haven’t been sleeping very well but I’m up north now and sleeping like a rock.

-Harry Potter dream where I’m trying to defeat the Dark Lord

D1: I was at some train tracks with 3 other people who I didn’t know but had met in the dream. I was watching them cross the train tracks and trains were coming from both sides(there were two sets of tracks). I yelled for them to hurry up but they were taking their sweet time. They made it across, but I noticed this man, maybe in his late 60’s, sitting on the tracks. I didn’t know if he was there on purpose or if he was going to move at the last second, so I just watched. The train hit him.

Now I was at my house, it was a flashback to before the man had died. I had a “feeling” that he was in danger, kinda like Allison Dubois from tv show Medium. I called his number, which was only two numbers, 75. My dad tried to stop me because he didn’t want me to bother him, but I had to call. He answered. “Hello” he mumbled, sounding very depressed. “I uh.. just wanted to know if you’re okay. It’s perfectly fine if you’re not okay, and I have a strong feeling you’re not.” He says nothing and hangs up.

D2: I was in a waterpark and this girl was telling about her experience drowning. I was transported to a very, very large pool with a huge drop off from the edge of the pool to the water, and very deep water(maybe 100-200 feet). I was terrified. Some time during this dream I was drowning and it felt like I couldn't breathe. I was thinking about how I have a phobia of deep pools and was wondering if there was a word for the phobia, but I realized I was dreaming. The dream wasn’t very stable so I rubbed my hands together and then I yelled “CLARITY” and it kinda felt like I yelled that in RL too. I knew I would lose the dream soon so I decided to jump off the edge because I wasn’t scared anymore. It was a very peaceful, relaxing feeling and then I woke up in a FA and tried to write down my dream.

Some fragments 🌸

Being rigorously trained for a competition of some sort - remember getting feed back again and again with no let up - Lucid-dreaming camp😃

Amazing Harry Potter dream bits - rushing about on my broomstick with my fellow gang around and behind me - I am the one in front leading us all out of harms way⚡️⚡️⚡️Suddenly the chase ends in a huge old building where many people are gathered. I know that a cirtain badie is standing at the top of a huge staircase and about to come down the stairs and I shout to my friend and grap her hand yanking her away from his view ( because I am aware that this particular baddie uses a cirtain spell from above on people if he gets the upper view of them ) ... As he comes into view I point my wand and cast a serious spell at him
" expectus ...peliyanuus ' I call out but realise I actually dont know the spell or have forgotten its exact pronounciation( after a recent Harry Potter dream I got an app on spells and was going to learn some in WL ... but I havnt got round to learning them yet&#128171
So I backed that spell up with Another point of my wand and a spell that came to me
" finished, dead!!! " I called out ...
- a bit crude but it worked - as I waved my wand I threw the badie into the center of the room and brought another 2 badies into the mix with him from corners of the room and held them all in the air for a moment suspended and I called out my spell again - " Finished,dead!"
They all fell to the ground from the great hight ⚡️with a 'thump' ⚡️when I released them from the levitation spell 🌺

Okay. So first I was at an open house type of thing in my apartment complex. I remember in one area there was a crystal ball. When I first walked in, I saw a boy in the corner. "That looks like Harry Potter!" It was true, but he had a bit of acne. "Should I go tell him that?" I decided not to. But then I saw a red-headed boy walk by. "Oh my god, and that looks like Ron!" Once again, true. But I still thought it might've been just a couple of cosplayers. But I knew they were real when I saw Hermione, exactly the same as she looks IWL. I was excited. I was with the GOLDEN TRIO. I had to go home, though... When I was home, I discovered I had been left a note.... It told me to meet up with the golden trio at the open house. It also mentioned something about an iPod. "OH MY GOD!" I thought. How? Why would they have chosen me? Well, who cares. I was gonna meet up with wizards... So I ran to the house. I saw that everyone had left... except Harry, Ron, and Hermione! They trained me to be a wizard... Then I woke up. Dang. But I tried, and I re-entered the dream. I did a reality check... but I got the same results as I would IWL, so I thought I was IWL. I trained with them some more, and then I woke up. I tried to enter the dream again, but I guess my REM cycle was over...

10-04-2015 -- This one starts oddly, especially since I can't remember most of the beginning. Somehow Pat Q., Paul O., and I are all together, and sitting down for pizza somewhere, like I'm pretty sure we've done in the past in real life. Thing is, we're also going on and on talking about our phone numbers, including a slightly odd number that I can't remember awake, but seemed to be an important phone number from a past dream that I no longer remember.

One of the many things we're discussing is how Lucius Malfoy has kidnapped Dobby, and we're hoping that he's going to be all right. The good thing is, he soon pops up to tell us that he managed to escape, and has decided to tak his revenge on Malfoy by grabbing an important book of documents; some kind of record keeping for Lucius' evil plans or illegal financial dealings. He's brought it back to Pat so she can use it to cause him trouble.

So somehow we use a 'spell' in the form of a technomancy piece of equipment to copy one page of this material, then I wear at it and mangle it until I manage to make it nice and soft and very old looking [like that paper ball Jimmy had been mangling in a class until it became almost cloth-like from the fibers breaking down], and then use it for something else, and leave it somewhere that Malfoy will find it, discover a few of his secrets on it, and start to worry about what else might turn up somewhere unexpected.

Soon the paper has turned into a huge map, which we have hung on a wall, and somehow as a part of this incredible plot (which becomes less sensible all the time) we're soon shooting at it with guns, putting a number of holes in it. Soon we're working at printing gold paper money. (The paper the bills are printed on are actually made of gold.) We're printing it on a fairly normal printer, feeding in letter-size sheets of thin gold, and printing the bill lettering and such on it, but I bump the printer, and the paper shifts mid-feed, messing up the bills. I try to fix it by kind of pulling the lettering off, and trying to smooth it out, then reaffix it to the gold, but of course it doesn't work.

Soon I am grabbing huge wads of unprinted gold bills that have already been trimmed down to bill size, and stuffing them into a brown paper bag, trying to hide the evidence of my damaging them, until we can perhaps resmelt them or something. About that time, a huge guy who is an odd cross between Hagrid and a huge black hillbilly walks in, thinks I have his lunch, and grabs the paper bag and opens it. When he sees what is inside, he's kind of shocked, and I have to swear him to secrecy about the whole thing.

(Continued.)

Dream 4: It's the end of the world again, but this time I'm Remus Lupin. I think I'm/he's a bit younger than what he is usually presented as--perhaps in the twenties. It was, once again, the apocalypse, but it was a planned one. Everyone had a choice as to how they would die or leave Earth. I remember that at one point when I went outside I looked up to see a huge floating restaurant, with bright lights and expensive food. A triple-decker bus then flew by and picked several of the people there up and then flew away, but a strong wind (or a tornado in the air, or a black hole, or something or another) then knocked the rest of the people off, and then I could see the bus following them not far behind.

I ran off and into the main part of town, where I could see several different shops and houses. Many of them were from Harry Potter, and others were from the real world. I think I was scouting around, but I can't be too sure.

The dream then changed positions for just a bit, and I was me again watching Dakota play Final Fantasy IX. I don't remember much about it, except he was in a grassy place and every time someone talked he would listen, unless it was from one of the "extra" characters, such as the knights and servants of the main characters.

I was then back to being Remus, except instead of my hometown I was on the streets of London. I felt like it was a game (how is this a game, really? <--- look, I was almost questioning things!) that allowed me a lot of freedom. I remember seeing one shop that had two others, including a lemonade stand and a Davrish and Banges.

Dream 1: I dreamed something about either the car crash I had the other day, or something to do with it.

Dream 2: It was the end of the world, and I was Harry Potter. The dream seemed to take place at my old school, and it was at night. We (students, teachers, Order of the Phoenix, etc.) had just defeated someone--presumably Voldemort and the Death Eaters. This was a much more wide-spread defeat, however, and there were quite a few Death Eaters that had gone to our side. At one point we were all running across the school, and some were hopping in their cars. We all had to meet up over there to "finish the job." I seen Lucius Malfoy, who had been one of the people to join us, running, yelling, "I can't believe he didn't believe me!" He said it joyfully.

Remus Lupin was a distance behind him in his car, and he was also happy. He slowed down as he came to me and said, "I've asked at least twenty-one people if they're really on our side." He then asked me if I wanted to catch a lift with him.

"Nah man, I'm just gonna run," I said (keep in mind that this is Harry Potter, also).

I did run. Fairly fast. Just under thirty miles-per-hour.

The light rail car speeds across the desert, its tracks raised high into the air. An attack helicopter closes on us, and the tension of the people within the car is palpable.

The train is carrying civilians, and we don't have any way to fight back.

The wind whips at me as I stand at the open door, the grounday speeding past far below. What's the worst that could happen? I think, This is only a dream.

I jump.

I reach out and grab onto the landing skids of the helicopter, grinning wildly.

(Later, I'm Harry Potter taking on an army of conventional weaponry.)

I'm at a networking event that's in someone's living room. In this dream, the very nice houses in the city are on a peninsula overlooking the water, and the host has a big house that fits everyone. It looks a lot like my house, but bigger.

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I'm at the dumpster in our complex, and I've found a couple of really cool chairs that I could use in my studio. My husband is not happy with the prospect of dumpster chairs. I now realize that the chairs that were really nice a minute ago actually have broken lifting mechanisms.

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I'm sharing a dorm with my mom and my brother. This is not a happy arrangement. We've just moved in, and the management is now telling us that we need to move to another one of their properties because they're renovating.

I'm arguing with my mom over whether we should rent a U-haul or take several trips in the truck. She vetoes my U-haul suggestion and says that we can make the truck work, but I say we have two hours to move and we need to take at least three trips in the truck.

A panel that we're loading into the truck snaps, and it flies with force towards my mom's throat.

Pause.

I realize that I'm dreaming.

With my mind, I catch the broken pieces as they fly towards my mom, absorb the kinetic force, and let them drop, harmlessly, to the ground.

I remember that my next task is to teleport—and that I want to teleport to a neighbour's house to fulfill two goals at once—but the dream is getting fuzzy and I'm starting to drift towards consciousness. Blearily, I think that it seems silly to teleport into a neighbour's house when it's right next door. I wake up.

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Malfoy is sending a robot after me. It would be a physical threat, but as long as I pick it up and hold it on its side, it can't actually get to me, so that's a bust as far as evil plans go.

The robot follows me uselessly around the room.

We're in a playground, and I've hijacked Voldemort's followers by pretending that I, Harry Potter, am actually the next incarnation of Voldemort. (Or maybe I am?)

Malfoy is teetering on top of something that looks like the Cirque du Soleil-inspired stunts from Mad Max: Fury Road. He's trying to prove a point. He falls, but he's currently invulnerable.

I am walking down the street when I see a friend I have not seen in several years. He seems glum. I approach him and ask him what is wrong. He answers noncommittally, so I ask again. He vanishes. I am a little worried because I think I am going crazy. I then realize I am dreaming.

I am now in my childhood home. I say to myself, "We are not flying, having sex, or eating food. What do we want to do?" I see some action figures up on shelves. I grab one (the Gorilla alien from the ALIENS franchise)



by the arms using perspective. I then try to expand him but he won't grow. I settle for bringing him to life. With a couple more magical hand movements I bring the rest to life, including a group of tiny Harry Potter wizards with glowing wands. They begin to chase and try to attack me. I run to the master bedroom and shut the door (throw a shirt on top of the wizards?) and then stuff some clothing under the door so the little wizards won't be able to get in with their magic.

I decide I want to summon someone through the TV. At that point I wake up.

It has been a while...mostly due to that my dreams have been bland, until recently. I have more time now to work on lucidity too

Had a dream that I was trying to find the world of Harry potter or the world of witchcraft and wizardry. I was standing on what seemed to be a ledge on a castle top as I waved down at three characters who had to be Ron, Hermione, and Harry of course. I waved at them but something seemed off, the kind of just drifted as the stood there and I could see slight facial movement of smiles but my eyesight seemed off. I then jumped down from the castle ledge to greet them but ended up flying on a broom stick across a quidditch field, before the quidditch field view of each of the house bleachers/stadium seating I remember seeing a couple characters gathering some equipment from a car parking lot near a grocery store and their outfits were not fitting for what I would call wizardry. One of the guys I saw was wearing bright orange and it was really ugly. I took a quick glance shrugged it off and then flew over a horizon of buildings both magical and muggle. Never found out why Harry, Ron, and Hermione were just standing there outside of Hogwarts in a circle just staring at each other.

I then woke up to a voice that sounded mad at me, I was still slightly dreaming. The dream voice was mad because I had a decent dream that I could remember and this dream antagonist hates it when I have dream worth-while which is hardly ever. He carried on by calling me a fake emo by staring me eye to eye and then I woke up completely. It could have been peeves or some poltergeist, just saying...

edit: Also before I woke up all the way. I had some dream flashes, one of them there was a green flash, like the one Harry potter would describe...and then after the flash I remember seeing Donald Duck scream and runaway. Could there have been a slight notion of a Harry Potter, Kingdom Hearts, Disney Crossover, because that would be freaking awesome if I could dream about that.

Finally, a lucid! This one made me laugh quite a bit after waking up!

I run as fast as my legs can carry me down the dazzlingly white corridor. Feeling like my lungs are about to burst, I glance to my right. Satisfied that Hermione is keeping up without too much difficulty, I make no effort to slow down. She says something to me, but I cannot hear her over the sound of the air rushing past my ears. Footsteps. Someone is chasing us. I know that if I trip up, if I get caught, I will die, right here in Hogwarts. Spotting a broom closet, I run towards it, and lock myself in. I smile and take a few moments to catch my breath. I'm in Hogwarts, with Hermione, being chased by none other than her evil twin. Perplexed, I consider this piece of information. Hermione doesn't have a twin. This realisation brings me to lucidity, and my thoughts are teeming with possibilities. After some reflection, I decide to continue on with the dream's plot, not yet having set an LD goal. As if on cue, my pursuer's face appears flattened on the closet door's small glass window. I laugh at the comical sight, before thinking that I need a wand. Excited at the prospect of trying out my dream control skills, I shove my right in my pocket enthusiastically, concentrating entirely on this one thought; 'When I pull out my hand, I will be holding a wand.'. Feeling my fingers grasp a small, thin object, I pull it out, only to see what I am holding. A stick. A fucking stick. Putting it back in, I try again. A pencil. Ugh. As they say, third time's the charm, and finally, I find myself in possession of a beautiful wand. I admire the small intricate carvings on its handle before unlocking the closet door. Confident in my skills, I step outside, ready to face my enemy.

*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP* *BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP

THAT STUPID ALARM. EVERY TIME. EVERY DAMNED TIME.

06-25-2014 -- Am in a weird Harry Potter world that I think is based on a fan-fic I rather disagreed with right before I went to bed. Sort of fan-fic by message board, with multiple people posting the story, and each chapter not only advancing the story, but changing things from earlier in the story, rewriting it on the fly. Friends are now enemies, are now friends again. Then Dumbledore sets in motion a ritual which is supposed to cause Harry to be married in x years and y hours, but he messes something up. Harry is immediately plunged underwater, and is now scheduled to be married in x hours and y minutes. Harry will be married tonight at something like 11:20. And instead of a bond between two people, it is a sort of odd loyalty bond between up to 20 people, depending on how many of the 20 are able to reach the location on time, as they are compelled to. Nice job, Dumbles!

So far the gold and red counter floating in the upper corner stands at four, for the four Weasley children that were already here with their parents, but more will likely be arriving shortly. Then suddenly a new writer takes over, and I am Harry Potter, in a different universe, while the author is paraphrasing Jo's text, but subtly (or not so subtly) changing it so that the Dursleys move from being quite mean and slightly physically abusive, to horribly mean and horribly abusive, physically. I have run away from the Dursleys and am hiding in the muggle world. Soon I am a 20-year-old Harry Potter pulling a security shift at a weird cross between a British Heritage site and an Orlando Paving plant. It is the middle of the night on a holiday along the lines of Memorial day, and I am somehow asleep on the floor of the control tower.

I am clad in only a pair of tighty whities, as I wake suddenly and am trying to scramble into clothes as I discover there are people wandering around the grounds. I am soon dressed and interacting with them, explain how there is only security here on holiday weekends, and how we help to preserve and protect the heritage of the Boy-Who-Lived, without ever letting it slip that I AM the Boy-Who-Lived. Strange, fun stuff.

Harry Potter dream. I am in some sort of dining hall with friends. All of a sudden, Death Eaters appear at the dinner. A black pair of tennis shoes, somehow symbolic, appear first, and then Death Eaters begin showing up. A lot of negotiations are going on. I finally decide that there has been enough talk. I signal to one of our guys to attack.

He releases a spell and zaps a Death Eater's toe. Someone else zaps back, and slowly the entire dining hall descends into chaos. I cast a protective spell on myself and hunker down to hide. One of my friends in the dream (don't know her in WL) is distraught, and says that now she will have to find another job. I tell her that the Death Eaters would have just turned on us anyway.

Afterwards, my friend is trying to gather components for a spell, but needs to call someone to get a special ingredient. I spend the rest of the dream trying to figure out how to make a collect call in my state. I finally wake up.