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I don't dream very often, but when I do it's usually vivid, memorable, and crazy.
For instance, last night I dreamed that Voldemort was in my home, trying to curse me. Only, he was going to do it in an extra sneaky way. He was going to get at me using animals.
A bird flew into the room, and I instantly knew it was an evil, unnatural bird. A cursed bird. And this made me angry. How dare Voldemort violate nature so? I cried out to the bird, telling it that it was -not- cursed...it was a good, normal, natural bird. The bird stopped trying to attack me. It turned iridescent and lovely. It perched on my shoulder, allowed me to pet, stroke, and kiss it. The bird started to sing to me, a lovely song.
Then, a demonic Irish Setter came into the room.
Yes, a demonic Irish Setter. Now, that really ticked me off. I began to scream at the still-hidden Voldemort that this time he'd really gone too far. Irish Setters are sweet dogs! I shook my fist at the cursed canine, telling it emphatically that it was -not- evil, it was GOOD.
It fell dead at my feet. Shocked, I began to weep. The bird nuzzled my cheek, then began to laugh at me.
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And then I woke up.
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Heey I had a dream about Voldemort one time.
The beginning of it was fuzzy, but basically Voldemort kidnapped me and took me on a boat to.. somewhere. It was like the wizardy world. for whatever reason he thought that I was the last wizard that could pose a threat to him and so he was quite pleased that he was about to kill me, and telling me all about how he'd finally captured me while I'm in the boat with him. Upon finding out that he was about to kill me I tried to explain to him that I was no wizard, the only magic I knew was from reading Harry Potter. We got out of the boat, next to a bridge, and he said "well It'd be more fun to kill you in a duel. Take out your wand and try to defend yourself." I bawled that I didn't have a wand because I wasn't a wizard and begged that he please not kill me since I really posed on threat to him, and all it could do was anger more people and make them want him dead even more. He was shocked, gave me a crappy wand and said "try to kill that grass there, I want to see if you're telling the truth." I pointed at the grass and yelled avada kedavra, and all that happened was the wand glowed a little bit. "Wow, you're pretty bad at this." he said to me. "fighting you would be no fun. Here's how you kill some grass." he then proceeded to wave his arms around and should some awesome-sounding phrase, causing a giant blast of flame to emerge from his wand, burning the grass, not me. I was honestly impressed. That's far cooler than avada kedavra. I tried to do the same thing he did, and nothing happened. He then explained I needed to do the arm swirly thing just right, and then it would work better. I did that and it shot out a little flame, which I thought was pretty cool. Voldemort finally told me that he saw that I was no threat to him, and decided to let me live. I was very glad.
That was a strangely vivid dream.
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