I was at g&g's house, sitting by the fire with the blue blanket that's usually on the couch. I was not alone; others were watching the TV. I turned around and the blanket glowed red along the sides, a clear indication that a fire was underneath it. I pressed the blanket against the white bricks I was sitting on to try to suffocate the fire.
Then it turned in to a story. G&g's house was on an island, but by now I made it to the main land, and the narrator told me that nobody on the island (besides me) survived the disaster. When this was told to me, it was dark and I was surrounded by a few bushes, and the city wasn't far away. I could almost see the island from where I was.
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I remember roaming through a big city during the daytime. Don't know what that was about.
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I was in a good-sized two-story house. I was walking along a bridge outside that connected two rooms upstairs. I looked down and saw Steven Buell and Arthur Vigil (who in real life have nothing in common and don't know each other) standing in a driveway. I had told them to leave my house, but they were still at my house, talking about video games. So I told them that they really need to leave.
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The order of my dreams is rarely clear, but this next dream occurred in the same house on the same day. I was in a dining room upstairs with a whole wall made out of French doors to the walkway/bridge outside. Someone handsome, tall and thin and dressed fancily in black came in, and I knew it was time to fight.
{ Here I need to explain why I knew it was time to fight. There was a dream before this that resembled a story I read in my humanities class. My reading comprehension is low, so this is all I remember: A man raped a woman, and as soon as he finished he suddenly loathed the woman, and the woman wanted to marry the man because it would be shameful not to. So in the dream, I had sex with this ugly guy I know in real life but whom I will not name here. Neither of us were being raped. Immediately afterward, we hated each other and tried to kill each other. }
Two boomerangs came flying at me. Now I was a character in a movie and it felt like I was watching myself in the movie. I dodged the two boomerangs - no problem. Upon closer examination of the enemy's weapon I noticed he had about three black sticks that were all easily broken in the middle, but the halves of the sticks were connected by white strings. We were both holding on to the sticks in this strange way, and the narrator explained, "once [the enemy] realized [my character] was losing strength..." I just wanted to quote the narrator, even though I have nothing to quote. Anyway, the enemy had a trick - he would put himself in this position with the enemy and wait for the enemy's hands to get tired so that he couldn't use the sticks. Then he pulled the sticks away and attacked. There must have been a pretty good fight scene here but I don't remember it well. In the end, though, someone got a stick and shoved it down the other's throat. I must have been the victor, because I remember seeing the stick going down a throat. I don't recall seeing my character from an outside perspective; I think I saw the whole dream through the eyes of my character. And plus, my dreams continued, so I couldn't've died.
The following occurred immediately after, and in the same room of the same house: Harry Potter was standing in front of me, except he was this pudgy short guy with freckles and no glasses. Aside from his green eyes I have no further evidence that it was Harry Potter, but you'll have to trust me. He asked me who I was with this inquisitive look, and I told him that I was him so that he wouldn't hurt me. Then he was delighted and exclaimed "so...you're me!" and hugged me.
I was with Jacqueline and she was showing me something wrong with the old computer she was using while we were at this house. (I'm pretty sure it's the same house, but we were downstairs this time. It felt like we were at the rental house in the Caribbean.)
Jacqueline and I were in our own home in the green room. I was sitting on the piano bench looking at an Ethernet cable. Part of it was bent, and when I tried to fix it it just broke. I got frustrated with Jacqueline for mistreating the cable, but she just got frustrated back.
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