Trying to sleep in sticky heat with a fan blasting in my face tends to give me the best dreams. I won’t bore you with the details, but last night I dreamed that I went to see the latest Harry Potter movie. The dream seemed to go on for hours; every detail of the plot was there, and I even remember picking apart little differences from the book.
The thing was, it had nothing at all to do with the plot of any of the real-life books. No, my mind dreamed up an alternate Harry Potter involving alternate dimensions and even sadder angsty teen romance.
The best part, though, was my brain’s replacement for Quidditch. There were still brooms and goals, but it was played indoors. Also, every kid played with a hamster strapped to their wand. In one scene, Harry realized that someone had sabotaged his hamster, because it belched a deadly fireball that singed a hole in the wall, almost killing Ron. I’m not sure what the hamsters strapped to wands were supposed to belch, buy not fireballs I guess.
It was at this point that I realized this wasn’t really Harry Potter, and began to wake up. Damn. I hope I get to see what happens tonight.