I’m speechless… You have waaayyy too many Harry Potter dreams. I was like omg when i read your first posts.
I want HP dreams. It would be easy to do anything. You got a wand, for one thing ;D
Wow! That is a lot of HP dreams! I only had a couple, and that while I was being pushed around and verbally abused at this hell-farm that I was working at for free! I guess I must have identified myself with the characters from HP during that period or something. Anyway, here they come:
11th July 2004:
‘There’, said Harry Potter as he pointed towards a tower in the North-west. ‘That’s Dumbledore’s office!’ Harry, Ron and me ran across the frozen ground of a farm towards the tower and up the spiralling stair-case. Halfway up a monster started coming after us. Its body was that of a spider, but he had a human face. (Upon awakening, I realised that it was the same monster from a nightmare that I had the previous night… also involving a spiralling stair-case.) We continued running up all the way and we grabbed on to a big sun-dial and each other. The sun-dial was made up of round slate of bronze and it
had some words written on it. We had to say certain magical words in order to be transported in. We tried several time, but we just couldn’t hit on the right password. The monster was just reaching the landing where we were standing. Harry suddenly had a bright idea. In one way or another he managed
to jump behind the monster and was now standing on the staircase. ‘Hey Harry, what are you doing?!’ Ron shouted desperately. He winked at us, and said that he just needed to take a little trip into the past. Then he disappeared. I looked at the monster advancing towards us in shock. Damn it! We didn’t have any more time to experiment with the sun-dial. I took a step away from it and tried to kick the monster. Where was Harry? I had some idea on what it was he was trying to do… but he sure was taking his time! I prepared to attack the monster again, when Harry suddenly reappeared while grinning broadly. He grabbed hold of the stair-case rails with one hand, and us with the other. I hurried back to touch the sun-dial again. Then we read up the words written on the sun-dial loudly. As we were transported into the office, I couldn’t for the life of me understand why we hadn’t read the words right away. The password was right there in front of us!
14th July 2004:
I was running around in an old castle. I saw some protective leg gear lying around next to one of the walls in the corridor. Harry Potter was trying to convince me and Ron that oldemort was still alive. I suddenly heard Voldemort’s whisper wind itself around the dusty rooms and corridors in the castle.
Harry, Ron and me were queuing up in a line so that we could each get a really nice hot bath (Bit of wish fulfillment there. I had a gallon of gasoline at my hands, but couldn’t for the life of me manage to light up the fire which would heat up the hot-water tank at the back of the shed. I wasn’t going to ask any of the people at the farm for help, so I ended up taking ice-cold showers for 2 weeks instead. ), complete with a backscrub and a massage. We patiently waited for our turn, while the people in the queue before us slowly dwinled away. When it finally was our turn, the bell rang and the break was suddenly over and a flood of students came into the bathroom which suddenly increased in size and turned into a large main hall. Harry, Ron and me started shouting. We were standing in the middle of the crowd and pleaded with the people standing in
the balustrades around and for several floors above us. I got really angry and shouted: ‘Scram!’ Total silence followed. Had I been too harsh? Had I offended them? After awhile I followed with a ‘…please?’, in a tiny little voice. Everyone started to laugh really loud… at me or because I had been so good at
mimicking my submissive behaviour towards the dragonlady at the farm that I was working at… but then again, wasn’t that the same thing?
Lol!! I like that, “Scram!!..please?”
I haven’t had any Harry Potter dreams lately, though I plan to reread the entire series soon so I imagine that they’ll return to me them. I’ll be sure to post any further HP dreams here.
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I walk up to the ordering counter in the busy cafe, and wait to be served. A Greek guy looks in my direction.
“Are you being served?” He asks me.
“No, not yet” I reply.
“Did you take a steroid bath or something?” He asks, looking me up and down.
“um… no. It’s a lot of hard work though.” I respond.
“You been out fighting dementors or what?”
I hesitated at this, not entirely sure how to respond.
“Ah… yeah. Those damn dementors.”
“Ok. So what would you like to order?”
“I’ll have an iced coffee”
“That one not good enough for you?”
I look down in surprise to find a glass of brown liquid already resting in my hand. “Um, that’s not a good one, if I could have a home made iced coffee it would be even better.”
“Comin’ up.” He walked off and made my iced coffee, came back a minute later. I took my iced coffee and went find a table. I realised quite suddenly that there were no tables available, as the cafe was quite busy and packed.
I never cease to be amazed at how you can remember the dialogue from your dreams so clearly, Snape! Well, now that Goblet of Fire is in the cinemas, do you think you’ll be having more Harry Potter dreams, then?
Ah you lucky lucky Harry Potter-dreamer! I love Harry Potter and unfortunately have almost no dreams about the books or the movies or anything. One of the thing that keeps me trying and trying with all these LD attempts is the idea that one day I’ll realize I’m dreaming and be able to visit the Harry Potter world at will.
Dream on. // Olesia
Hehehe, awsome dream, dude!
I’ve only been recording my dreams with dialogue for a short while now, but it actually feels more natural than writing in narrative like I used to. I began to realise at one point that the dialogue was there, but that I just wasn’t remembering it.
Absolutely! Actually I plan to see it tonight, and am very excited. I pulled out the first Harry Potter book last night and will be reading it during my lunch break today. I’m sure that many more Harry Potter dreams will follow in the next week or two! (or at least I hope so! )
Yeah I’d love to have a lucid dream about HP world, but so far all of my Harry Potter dreams have been regular. Be sure to post if you have any success Olesia!
Haha, I think that when I do have success, I will probably run around, screaming it out loud for the whole world to hear lol. In my best LD so far, I only hovered around my apartment, being invisible, and blew air on my dad… and THAT made me so happy lol. Then I tried conjuring Snape (no, not you, the character ) out of thin air, but it didn’t work at all. >< Gotta try harder…
Ah I want to have duels and play quidditch and lots of other things as well… gets all excited It’ll be my best dream ever! ^^
Dream on. // Olesia
I love Snape, he’s my favourite character. He’s got a funny, quirky side (just the way he moves makes me laugh) and they really showed this side more in Goblet of Fire. BTW the movie was excellent! I got tingles down my spine in some parts
Lol I love Snape too, although I think in a slightly different way than you love him… lol. If you knew swedish, I’d show you my swedish Snape-website… lol.
Oh and I think that what Snape did at the end of “The Half-Blood Prince” (making sure I don’t put any spoilers here for people who still haven’t read the latest book) is all part of a bigger plan by the “good” side. I believe he was meant to do it, because he’s just too powerful… I believe he’s going to be one of the key people in defeating Voldemort (assuming they ARE going to defeat Voldemort, that is), just because of everything he can do! Potions Master, inventing his own spells while still in school, duelling, Occlumency, plus he seems to be quite the expert when it comes to Defence Against the Dark Arts. He’s just perfect in every way… lol.
And yeah, The Goblet of Fire movie is the best one yet. The Prizoner of Azkaban movie was such a dissapointment that I was almost scared of seeing the 4th one, but it turned out really really good!
Dream on. // Olesia
Standing on the train platform, feeling confused and lost, I looked around me in hopes that I would see somebody familiar. Nobody. I couldn’t figure out how the trains worked around here, why was there only a single rail?
“Can you tell me when the next train arrives?” I asked a bystander.
“Not long now” He responded.
A little girl ran past me with two of her friends, headed towards a dusty hill with sprouts of grass growing over it. I followed her, feeling that she had a friendly and somehow familiar presense about her.
I arrived at the hill to see the little girl scrambling up the side, just as I heard the toot of a train not far up the tracks.
“Help me up will you?” I asked her.
The train came closer, and there I was still lying partway across the track and trying to scramble up a dusty, grass hill. I felt panick. The train was coming closer. I scrambled, grabbed tufts of grass. Why did it feel as though I could barely move? Why did I feel paralysed from the waist down? I pulled as hard as I could, moving inch by inch up the hillside.
The train whooshed past, slowing suddenly as it reached the platform.
I watched the train, and realisation dawned on me.
“That train, I know that train… it’s the Hogwarts Express!”
“Well of course it is” said the little girl
“What did you expect?” said her friend “we are first year wizards and witches after all”.
“How do I catch that train? How do I board? Can you help me?”
“Just climb aboard, silly” she replied, and beamed at me with her innocent smile.[/color]
I sat in the Hogwarts class, listening to the teacher (Mr Bull) lecturing on the techniques of detailed and infinite magic. I hated Infinite Magic, it was so boring - and I was quite bad at it. If only it were more exciting.
I decided to cause some trouble, and threw a piece of stationery at a nearby table. By the time they turned around to see who had thrown it, I had covered my expression of myschief with perfect innocence, unfortunately the teacher was not so easily convinced.
“You! Come here, now!” Mr Bull yelled at me.
I walked to the front of the class, with my head hung low.
“I’m sorry” I said apologetically "I just get so bored in this class. Maybe if we did something practical I might not be so disruptive. Maybe if we did some actual magic? "
Mr Bull looked at me menacingly, though his expression slowly turned to sympathetic understanding.
Snape’s Desert Draught
Standing in the Leaky Couldron, I noticed Snape making a speach to the patrons. He performed some magic, followed by applause from the hotel patrons. He looked at me with a cynical, loathing look, and ordered a beverage from the bar. I listened as he ordered something called a Desert Draught, and became immediately interested.
“Excuse me” I said to the bartender.
“I would like to order one of those Desert Draughts please”
“Sorry son, I can’t let yer have one o’ those. You had too much regular alcohol, why… one of these little blighters would suck the moisture right out o’ your body!”
“Yer need to drink lots o’ water first. Then maybe yer can have one.”
The aeroplane twisted in tight circles, climbing higher and higher, as our teacher - the pilot - flew the plane in circlets around the enormous ship.
“See students, hopefully this will give you a good view of the freighter”
The ship was enormous, certainly larger than any of us had imagined a ship would be built.
The aeroplane continued onwards after this spectacle, preparing for a landing in a deserted region of scrub a couple dozen kilometres away.
We touched down, not far from a large willow tree swaying around in the breeze.
“Oh no” I said aloud, to myself. “That can’t be… a whomping willow?”
As our aeroplane neared the willow, we began to gain more speed, as the pilot had apparently recognised the willow and changed direction. We were taking off.
“Thank god for that” Ron squeaked at me. “You know what would have happened if we got too close to that thing?”
“This thing sure is uncomfortable” He continued.
“Remind me” I said “Why are we sitting on top of the aeroplane, instead of in it?!”
“I have just the thing” He said, not seeming to take much notice of my question. Ron pulled out his wand and cast a cushioning charm on the roof on which we sat, making it a lot more comfortable.
“There we go” He said “Now we just need a spell to stop us from falling off when this thing leaves the ground”
You’d think with my partial success with incubating Harry Potter dreams, that I could incubate a stable dream sign to make me lucid.
shouldn’t harry potter dreams be a stable dream sign
Yah that’s true Moogle
I don’t have much luck recognising dreamsigns anyway, I guess this technique is best suited for other dreamers.
Got another one for yeh (really churning them out, hey?), only a short fragment though:
I’m arguing or talking with someone about my Nimbus 2000. Someone is paying me out about how old it is, but I’m defending it. It may be broken, or just old, I can’t remember which.