Because I stayed up so late last night, I am now exhausted and am going to sign off as soon as I record these two dreams, because they’re both really funny, for how in-character everybody was in them.
In the first one, Cortney’s brother Matt, for some reason, looked just like Tom Riddle, and I somehow (no idea how, though) knew that he was a dark wizard. But Cortney had no idea. She just thought he was cool because he was her brother and he was a wizard.
So later, he was going to cast some spell that I knew was going to be evil, so I cast the blocking spell on him to prevent it. When he raised his wand, I pointed mine at him and shouted, “Finite!” (I pronounced it, “fin-EE-tay”…and although this sounds like an actual spell, I can’t remember if it is or not, and I’m fairly certain it is not a “blocking spell”.)
Cortney stared at me. (Her brother was glaring, but she didn’t notice that, either.) “What spell was that?” she said.
“Finite…the blocking spell,” I said.
“That isn’t the blocking spell.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it isn’t. The blocking spell is finite.” (She pronounced it, “FIGH-night”. Her brother sort of faded into the background as we launched into the “Argument Sketch”.)
“No; it’s fin-EE-tay,” I said.
“No, it’s FIGH-night! All right, spell it!”
“F-i-n-i-t-e,” I said.
“No; it’s FIGH-night in English; in Latin, it’s fin-EE-tay.”
There was a pause as Cortney contemplated this.
“Oh…so I guess that’s why it never works for me,” she finally said.
I love when Cortney and I argue over language when I’m dreaming.
The other dream took place early in the morning when I kept waking up and falling back asleep. I could hear the sprinkler running against the outside of my house right behind my bed. A long time ago, I had no idea what this strange sound was and used to picture hands scraping against the outside of my house. But then we stopped running the sprinkler during hours that I slept; this was a fluke. Perhaps that is why, hearing it again for the first time in forever, I pictured zombies.
Anyway, so I dreamed that the world was invaded by zombies, right there as I was lying in my bed. I was lying there thinking, I wonder how long I have before they get into my house and eat me or whatever.
Then I thought, I suppose I should try and save The Mormon.
I figured that it would take me an hour to get to his house, and if I kept speeding, I could probably run over a good amount of zombies on the way and not have my car broken into. And they were all over. It was really, really creepy.
So I somehow made it to my car and was running down all these zombies on the way to his house, which they were also surrounding.
I called his cell phone. Fortunately, he answered, so I was not stuck by myself out in the middle of nowhere with all of them. Then I would have freaked.
“I am not getting out of my car,” I said, “but I have come to rescue you. I’m waiting outside.”
So he came out, fought off a few zombies on the way, and got in.
“THIS IS SO COOL!” he said. You could tell he really meant it. The Mormon is obsessed with zombie movies.
“THIS IS NOT COOL!” I said. “THERE IS NOTHING COOL ABOUT THIS!”
And that was pretty much the end of that one.
I just thought Cortney and The Mormon were both very much in character for just a dream.