I got kicked out of my classes because I hadn’t paid for them yet…I really hope that check gets here soon, because otherwise I won’t be able to freaking pay for these, either. I re-registered for three of them, but the philosophy class was full, so I replaced it with Western Civ. 1589-Present with the only teacher who ever made history interesting for me, so that’s cool. Now I’m taking three of my favorite teachers again. But I have to get them paid for! My dad has been insisting since I graduated high school that I should just take a semester off and work, but…um…no. I don’t want to do that. If I start doing that, I’ll never finish.
Okay, so I had this dream. We had just come from a Harry Potter party, and so we’re all in our Hogwarts stuff and everything, and then we go and get on a train. And then Cort and Nicole sort of…fade away, so it’s just me on this train, in HP stuff, and I’m strolling around (and it seems like the train goes in more directions than just back and forth–like there were actual rooms and hallways like a building or something), and run into some young parents with a 2-year-old daughter named Hannah. (I sadly cannot now remember her last name.)
Hannah’s got red hair and she’s wearing this long green dress, and she’s supposed to be dressed as “the baby Weasley,” who doesn’t actually exist. And she’d won a costume contest and all. So she was wearing a ribbon on her dress.
Anyway, so I ran into them and recognized them from the party (as it had just passed a few minutes before), and the parents acted all snobby and said they didn’t remember me, as the party had been two years before. The train had gone through like a time warp or something. Okay.
It was then that I decided to look out the windows. There’s nothing there. I mean…nothing. We’re sort of hurtling along through this black void—creepy stuff, I’m telling you.
So I’m walking around, and eventually I run into Jasper, who is the only person on the train not dressed in HP stuff. Jasper’s got a lightsaber. And I say, “Jasper! Good to see a familiar face!” and he says, “Yeah…Andrew’s here, too, somewhere.” So I’m like, “Oh, I’m going to go find him and invite him to tea in our compartment.” (Tea? I grow increasingly more British in my dreams all the time. Not, of course, that I mind.)
But Jasper says, “No, wait! He’s killing people.”
I stopped suddenly. “He…what?”
Jasper explains, “He already killed this one whole family, and he’s looking for this little two-year-old named Hannah, and he wants to kill her, too.”
I said, “I know Hannah….”
So Jasper told me that I had to protect Hannah, and if it came down to it, I had to kill Andrew, too.
Okay. So I ran. And I didn’t stop running until I found Hannah and her parents. Hannah’s just sitting in the middle of the floor reading a stack of little kid’s books—maybe not reading, she might have been coloring in them or something—and the parents looked at me and were kinda like, “You again? Go away.”
I attempted to explain to them that somebody wanted to kill their daughter, but they started shouting at me, and they thought I was crazy, and they wanted to take Hannah away, and I refused. I told them she had to stay with me.
And then I just happened to glance down at the end of the corridor, through the window at the door, and it’s all dark, but I can just barely see Andrew standing there, staring at Hannah.
So I picked her up, and the parents are shouting at me, and Andrew opens the door at the end, and I take out my wand and start running with Hannah, who’s just holding a couple of books, and I’m still in HP stuff so my robe’s all billowy behind me and stuff—LOL—and they’re still shouting, and he Avada Kedavra’d them, and he’s running after us, so finally we got to one compartment where there appeared to be a closet of sorts in the side, and I sort of threw her and her books in there and shouted, “Stay there; don’t come out!” and whirled around to face Andrew, wand ready…
…And my sister started banging on the front door like a crazed lunatic and woke me up. Yes, I hate when these things happen, but, as I explained to Andrew, if I hadn’t woken up then, I probably would have killed him, and then I would have woken up all traumatized.
That’s all for now, I guess. We’re really, really busy at work these days; I won’t be getting off in the evenings until probably around 10:30.
Oh…and my dad wants to impose time limits on the computer, because every time he comes home from work late, I’m on it. Never mind the fact that Psychobrat is on it all day every day—it’s just that I have it for a couple of hours each night, and that pisses him off.
Oh yeah…and now we have to pay $380 for that car window my brother shot out, not just $250. And I don’t know if we’re paying any damages on the other car he shot. I didn’t really hear what happened with that except the guy driving it wanted to beat the crap out of my brother, and wouldn’t back off until the cop physically held him off.