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02-27-2014 -- Very strange cross between Hogwarts and home, throughout the dream. Somehow the ministry has done some bad stuff, and as a result, magic is dying out, and I am working with Dumbledore, Mcgonagall and others on the staff to clear out Hogwarts. We know the ministry are on their way, and want to take over the school, and with the way they have destroyed the magical world, we have no intention of letting them have any of the books, supplies, and so on which are stored at the school.

Meanwhile, the scene keeps randomly shifting from cleaning out the school to cleaning out the Hickory house, and Dumbledore keeps shifting into my dad. I am running around the house picking up all the money he has been gathering up. It is all in dollars, not in galleons, but he managed to accumulate the vast majority of the world's remaining wealth, as the economy collapses along with magic. I am stuffing money in my pockets and in my backpack, grabbing it from where it is sitting on counter tops, and floating in pools of water, and otherwise all over the place. I have probably around a million bucks, which now makes me by far the richest person on the planet, so you know the economy has been devastated.

So the ministry shows up, and are furious to find that almost everything has been removed from the school, and all the students and staff have gone, and I am the only one left. Dolores Umbridge is trying to threaten me, but since most of the magic that remains in the school has settled in me, I am by far the most powerful wizard left in this world, even if my power is also slowly fading. They have no chance to hurt me at this point (other than what they have already done, in destroying magic) so I completely ignore them.

By this point I am gathering up the last of the money, and am wandering around in a mostly derelict castle which almost seems to be morphing into a derelict bank. There are three teenage muggle girls wandering in, wanting to make some kind of transaction, and I have to explain to them that the bank is closed ... permanently. They are running around, tossing about a football, and one of them is annoyed that I won't toss the football with them. I have no interest in that, but as I am trying to get them to leave me alone, I can hear one of their stomachs growling. Since the world is collapsing around us, and I am now the richest person in the world, I decide to help out.

The bank has turned into a steak restaurant, and I tell one of the girls I will buy her a meal, and she mentions it has been something like six days since she last had a chance to eat. In return, I suggest that she buys one of the really big steaks, but eats it very slowly over the course of a couple days so she doesn't overwhelm her stomach. Somehow I am explaining that magic is dying, and therefore the world is dying, and neither will be coming back, and as I am explaining, Carolyn and her husband Don show up. It seems that they are magical (those losing their magic), and as they see me telling these muggle girls about magic, Don is about to call the ministry on me, not because he is particularly pleased with them, or one of the worst of the pureblood bigots, but just because the Statute of Secrecy is still the law. But I disconnect his phone by magic, and tell him that with the world dying, it doesn't matter, anymore. Besides, nobody really has enough power left to do anything to me, anyway.

Then I decide that I feel like heading back up north, though it changes moment by moment if that means to Hogwarts, or to perhaps Altamonte, Longwood, or maybe Mount Dora. But I start holding hands with all of them, and use a large amount of my remaining power to side-along apparate all of us, then wake up.

I was talking with a guy who seemed as though he wanted to teach me, but I knew for a fact that it was only evil shit, and the first step of the training he wanted to give, was for me to loose all of my goodness. He told me he would give me a night to make my decision, a night of all the things I could have, all the powers and whatnot.

He nodded his head and did something with his hands, but I didn't feel any different. I said it was all a trick, but he told me to light him on fire. Without having to think about it, I raised my hands to become blue-green flames and threw fire onto the guy, engulfing him, but he didn't scream, he just smilied at me. I thought it was bad ass, and when he wiped the fire off him as if it were dirt or something, I threw the fire on him again, laughing.

I roamed around this camp site that had a house in the middle of it, but the place was awesome as hell. It was just getting dark at that moment, and the sundown looked like a flame flickering out. I saw a lot of people, who seemed like they wanted me to join them in their fun, but then I heard this weird ass voice coming from one of the rooms in the house.

I walked into the house and saw my girlfriend in one of the rooms, she was wanting me to be with her, but I told her to give me a minute. I walked into the room that I heard the noise in and it was completely empty. I looked around, it was like a burnt red color with black floor and ceiling. I saw a bed, and saw a shoe under it. When I reached down for the shoe, a hand with sharp nails came out and swiped at me like a cat.

I backed away and waited a second before getting back down for the shoe, ready for the hand again. When the hand swiped at me again, I grabbed the wrist and pulled out one wicked hot chick. She was pale skinned with black hair, icy green eyes, and one hell of a body. She seduced me, though it wasn't exactly hard for her to do. Not going into detail about what happened at this point, but the guy who gave me the powers was watching from an outside window.

I woke up spooning with her as the sun was coming up, I didn't mind that I had wasted the use of powers with being with her, but she told me without the powers, I'd never see her again. I asked what she meant, but then she dissappeared in my arms.

I went to the room where I had left my blonde girlfriend (in the dream world she was) and I saw her with five black rappers, I stood there in shock, and she was jacking one of the guys off, smiling at me and asked if I wanted to join. I told her to fuck off, but then I actually thought about joining in. Instead LL Cool J tried to get me undressed, smiling and doing that licking lips thing he does, and I punched him so hard that his face exploded.

None of the other rappers seemed to care, neither did the blonde bitch.

I am in my old bedreeom at my parents house sometime in the early 90s. I appear as I did when I was about 14 or 15 or so. It is nighttime and the sun has not quite yet begun to rise. I can hear my mom and dad stirring in thier bedroom down the hall. Because I like to sleep in and afraid that my dad will try to get me at the same time he does (which is something he did throughout my whole teenage life) I get up and quietly close the door to my room.

Even though I have the intention of going back to sleep I turn the light on for some reason and see that my bed is now covered in many books. Many are on Medieval folklore or literature but there is one book about how to write stories. I sit down on my bed and open it up to a section that is like a 'choose your own adventure' and also has many ideas for names. On the wall running parallel to my bed a vision or hallucination is projected of how my thoughts and imagination are processing the information of the book.

The dimensions of my room suddenly change and it is much larger than before with a much higher ceiling. An orca whale appears and starts swimming around the air of my room like it was in water. Somehow I know that this orca is magic and also my animal companion.



Reading more of the book I learn in the dream how to write fantastic stories and when I am done and put the book down I don't even need to use paper or writing implements because I can just project the images from my imagination onto the walls or floor of my bedroom and the images become real. Somehow I know that my magic orca is helping me do this but I don't know how to explain exactly in what ways.

Because I have so many ideas in my head the scenes change quickly until one catches my eye. At first I cannot tell what it is. Projected on the floor of my bedroom something appears to be moving quickly under the water of a seagrass enclosed, shallow river channel along a Medieval looking countryside. It takes a few moments for me to recognize the creature but I finally realize that it is a beluga whale. My orca companion becomes excited and begins swimming around the room rather exuberantly.

I take a picture of the beluga scene for my orca companion with my imagination powers and my friend seens happy to float over my shoulder and look at the postcard sized image for a while, though for some reason he seems rather sad all of a sudden. The beluga in the projected scene seems to realize this somehow and starts blowing bubbles.

One bubble is very big and the orca swims towards it, shrinking insize as he goes, until he is small enough to fit inside of it. As soon as he goes inside of the bubble both the orca and the bubble disappear along with the scene that had been projected on my floor.

At first I am confused and unable to make the scene reappear. Then I notice that the postcard sized image has changed and now shows both the beluga and the orca swimming happily in the shallow river channel rather than the beluga alone. I somehow know that my orca is now with a friend and this makes me happy.

The dream ends there.