I'm one of those people who remember a lot of their dreams. I usually don't tell people about my dreams because who really cares about other people's dreams? But this one I vividly remember AND I promise you that it is hilarious. I told two crowds of people to test it and decided it's actually funny, perhaps even blog post worthy. I hesitated for a bit because of the turn it takes, but ran it by Cazey who thought it was appropriate. Jury is still out if my Mom will think that too.
So.... moving on from my fear that you might then decide I'm a psychopath, because that was my first thought. Well, second thought upon waking up.
My Harry Potter Dream
So imagine the weather of the Triwizard Tournament: bleak, cloudy and mysteriously gray. Now imagine standing right outside of a greenhouse that didn't have any plants in it. That's where the dream begins. We're standing in a half circle around the greenhouse, and within the greenhouse there's four people. I'm in spells class at Hogwarts.
I'm a bit panicked because you're put in pairs and then sent into the greenhouse to attempt to disarm the other pair, and I can't remember the spell to de-wand someone. I turn to the girl next to me and ask what it is. She tells me, and I nod. We're all good. I'm ready.
All of a sudden it's my turn. My partner and I head into the greenhouse, and I blank on what spell I'm supposed to use to get the wands to fly out of their hands. I'm panicking hard. So I use the only spell I can think of....
I use the killing curse and kill both of my opponents. Then I walk up to both of them and pick up their wands. I did it: I stripped them of their wands. I turn to face my partner, who is cowering in between both of my victims and says, "What the fuck?!"
In response, I just rap my fingers together like a professor waiting for an answer and laugh manically. So not only did I casually kill two people, but I felt zero remorse.
And then in that in-between phase of sleep and waking up, I think, I did what I had to do to get their wands. And then I'm fully awake and am terrified that sleeping me just killed two people in a spells class, laughed about it and justified it.
Before you go thinking I'd make an evil wizard, it's noteworthy to know that I've been sorted into Hufflepuff twice (once officially by Pottermore and the other on Buzzfeed based on my personality test results). I usually don't share that information because Hufflepuffs are the lame ones, but I need you all to know I'm not Slytherin. In that situation, the last thing I'd do is kill people to get ahead.
And since I don't like blog posts that don't have a thesis, lesson, tip or noteworthy thought:
If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, the spell you need is expelliarmus.