You’d think with my partial success with incubating Harry Potter dreams, that I could incubate a stable dream sign to make me lucid.
Bah humbug!
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:
4th January
Nimbus 2000
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.
5th January
Marauders Map
“Look” I said to Ben excitedly “There’s my cat, there’s Happy!” I pointed to the area on the map where a small outline of a kitten was moving around, playing first in the doorway then scooting off towards the bed.
“But that’s not actually where she is, is it?” Ben said perplexed.
“Of course! Watch”
I waited patiently as Happy moved around on the map, until eventually she crawled underneath the bed and appeared to be sitting in the corner.
I walked over to my bed, reached under, and pulled her out. I held her in my arms as she purred loudly.
“It really is a magical map” Ben said with amazement.
“Yup” I replied. I tapped the map “Mischief managed”
[color=blue]7th January
Broomstick
I held onto my broom as I soared through the sky, sweeping tall pine trees and meadows. I felt prowd that I call fly in such a professional manner, through the streets of my old home town.
I sank in the swamp, holding my broom in one hand. I couldn’t remember the feeling of flight, the elation, necessary to get me out of the situation. This was a test, I was sure.
House in the Clowds
I was forced to eat broken glass. My mouth cut, bleeding, I spat out as much of the glass as I could. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were punishing me.
I could still feel shards of glass stuck to the inside of my mouth, but this wasn’t important. What was important was that I saved my cat, that I rescued her before the Duresley’s found her lurking about and decided to punish her as well.
The house in the clowds was infested, scary. Not as beautiful as one would think a house in the clowds should be. This was the Vernon’s vacation house, infested with lots of small lizards and frogs. I tried walking to the outer perimeter, squashing frogs, lizards and skinks in the process. I felt very disgusted by this.
A little girl teased me, the Dursley’s daughter. I became angry with her, and pushed her over the edge. She fell through the clowds, making a ripple as though she had fallen into the ocean. I became entranced by the clowds, they looked special, almost magical. They lapped at the perimeter of this little island house like waves on a beach, though with an eerie blue glow.
I noticed the zombies, walking around brainlessly. There were two groups, the yellowish zombines and the redish zombines. The redish zombies turned violent, and begin eating the yellowish zombines, saying things like “curry puffs” and “curry”. (It strikes me that these are things which are predominantly ‘yellowish’ in colour), the redish zombines seemed to have mistaken the yellowish zombines for food.[/color]
Sleep: 22:30
WBTB: -
Wakeup: 10:30
12th March
Mantis Ferkavra
I sat staring at Professor Snape as he taught the class in his newly acquired position of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The day’s lesson was on the curse used to kill insects, the equivalent to the Avada Kedavra.
The class ended, and everyone got up to leave. I practiced the curse on some insects which had covered the back of a fellow student, and attempted to remove them with the curse as he left the room. I was unsuccessfull.
“Perhaps” Said Snape, in his slithery voice. “You should allow your friend Miss Granger to perform this one for you. She seems… much more competent”
Though this insult came as no surprise, I was interested to see that Snape seemed preoccupied. Usually when he insulted me, he would glare menacingly, though this time it seemed more of a passing comment. He hardly even glanced at me. In fact, for Snape, this seemed downright friendly.
I got up and left with the last of my classmates, and, as we filed out of the classroom, I attempted the curse on a fly which buzzed around me. The fly dropped to the floor each time I performed the curse, but then promptly flew up into the air again.
“You’re not doing it right” Said Hermione. “You’re not pronouncing the spell right. It’s ‘Mantis Ferkavra’” She said, as she pointed her wand at the fly “Not Mantisfikra.” And with that, the fly dropped dead.
Across the street, I saw an orange tree, and thought this would be a perfect opportunity to practice my summoning charm.
“Accio orange”. The orange fell from the tree and flew downwards to my feet. This was fun! I decided to try another one.
“Accio orange”. Another orange flew down towards my feet.
“Are you coming or not?” Hermione said, with a slightly bemused look on her face.
We walked up the street, and, at some point, I picked up a crab. The crabs claw pinched me, and tryed to pry it from my thumb. I swung it around, until it finally let go and went flying. I fell over backwards, and the end of my wand cracked as I landed on top of it.
“It’s ok” I said to Hermione “I’ve got another one right here” and I pulled out my replacement wand.
The reason I had two wands follows
For anybody who’s interested in my HP dreams, I always have the same wand in my dreams - it resembles my favourite chopsticks!
My Wand (aka chopstick):
Had to clean the rice off the end before taking the pic 
the dreams are interesting, but damn man you sound almost dangerously obsessed with a kids book.
but since you love it so much and your havin all the dreams about it , you must be very happy with your obsession.
Kids book?
Oh… you must not have read it! 
so using a truit 
on him instead of the Dark Arts? 
Lol. Right you are Moogle, let’s just pretend I said this:
There. That’s much better, yes? 
I thought that the first two Warner Brother’s films of Harry Potter were the best of the series.
Since Chris Columbus moved from Director to Producer, the last two movies were not up to par. I am referring to The prisoner of Azkaban and the Goblet of fire.
The last two Director’s films lacked the brilliant bright colors of the first two films, and the quiddich effects were not as realistic as the first two films and were poorly done.
In addition, it appears as though J.K. Rowling is running out of ideas.
If Harry Potter is to rise to better films, we must urge Chris Columbus to give up his new position of Producer, and go back to being the Director.
actually, i have read some of the books, and if you havent noticed they are kids books written very easily and simply so that kids can read them.
dont get me wrong the author has a very good imagination, but dont try and say that they arnt kids books.
My truit / frog curse didn’t work.
Darn.
keep tryin professor, and maybe one day your imaginary magic might work
If you’ve read the entire series so far, you’ll actually see that as they progressed, the books have become much less ‘simply written’. From Goblet of Fire onwards I’d also say they’ve definitely been targeted more towards a young adult audience rather than towards children. Romance, angst, murder, politics… simplicity of language alone isn’t enough to classify a book as a children’s story.
Anyway, Snape is far from obsessed… just compare him to those fanatical Trekkies or anime fans you always hear about, lol. 
Nope, not obsessed at all.
on the chopsticks (er, I mean wands), by the way!
At least I’ve always got a spare
looks around
I blame you snape for this dream! points
I don’t even remember the date, i think it was march 13.
Harry Potter to the rescue!
[ND]I suddenly find myself in and old house, with wooden creaky floorboards. Camera is 3rd person view but i’m also Harry 
I have my wand. Because it’s dark I say:“lumos” and a little ball of light appears on the top of the wand.
sigh ron & hermione are behind me and we walk through a door in the hallway. We find an elderly couple there. I can’t really remember how it continued.[/ND]
/me hides and refuses to come out.
You posted it, yay!! 
Don’t hide Q, you can blame me all you want!! 
I also am always Harry in my dreams… I think. All I know is that he’s never there, but Ron and Hermione usually are. But I never saw you there Q!
If anyone else wants to post their Harry Potter dreams here, feel free to do so (then maybe I’ll feel less… “obsessive”!)
I think I have a name for Harry Potter dreams: aka Magical Chopstick Club (or… maybe not )