Dream Diary - Special, "Peculiar Potter"

"I am David." No sooner did I speak the words when the front of her tent noisily and violently closed with a harsh zipping sound. For all her earlier appearance of frailty, she now towered above me.

PRESS CTRL = (EQUALS) TO INCREASE THE PAGE SIZE AND CTRL 0 (ZERO) TO RESET THE PAGE SIZE   Dream Diary       Want to read this in a different language ? Change the TO field to your own country and click the TRANSLATE button after going HERE THE DREAM DIARY © September 2016 Written by David Wicker Please do not reprint without permission This will be my new main Tuesday writing and I will add a new listing of 10 of my dreams every week as long as I can remember or am reminded to do so. [ CHOOSE A DIFFERENT SET ] * * * This entry is rated: EVERYONE Missing a single day of meds may not seem like much, but to me - yes. Yes it is. Had this absolutely strange, long, and vivid dream - and curiously it centers all around Harry Potter. The first dream I have ever had of this genre. Exceptionally vivid dream. I had forgotten to take my anti-psychotics the night before - and - well, when I do, I usually have fitful and disturbed dreams. It all started with Dad and me staying at this posh hotel in a distant city. I think I was 14-years of age. It was nighttime and on the morrow we were both going to attend this really neat Science Fiction convention. I awoke about 2am to hear a sound. A car engine starting. At first it didn't matter to me, but then I realized we were on the 14th floor so I had to look out the window. Right there and as neat as you please was an old time vehicle like you might see from a 1940s movie. It rumbled along just floating high up in the air as it was. Then it started to take off. It curved around a steeple, then went to accelerate into the sky. I didn't want to be the only person to see this, so I woke up Dad. He grumbled, so you hear a car. I said, yeah, and 14 floors above the street. With that Dad rose groggily. The car had just passed through the clouds and I was afraid he wouldn't see it. But just as he looked it poked out of the clouds and finally from our vision. Dad rubbed his eyes hard. He saw it. It was unmistakable. A really old car and floating who knows how many feet in midair. Despite this incredible thing, Dad yawned, grumbled about lack of sleep and started to go back to bed, when there was a piercing light outside. Across from us was another hotel but something strange was happening to it. This really bright violet light started to emit from within it and it peeled away the walls and mortar as if they were burning paper. Dad was now up in instant to the window. A moment later an alarm sounded throughout the hotel - that it was on fire ! I started to run to do the door but then thought it would be better to grab my stuff, but Dad wouldn't let me. He dragged me out of the apartment and we ran to the elevators. Now even though I fully believed this dream was real there was not one time when I was asleep where I took the elevator that it did not crash and I died horribly. So I suggested to Dad we take the stairs. He nodded, and we did. We managed to climb down only one flight when we were confronted by - well, what at first appeared to be a bunch of rather attractive young girls all garbed out for Halloween in Witch's costumes except for one older. I thought I recognized her as Professor McGonnagal from the first Harry Potter movie I saw a few years back. "Harry Potter !" I said breathlessly. And apparently I didn't say it as quietly as I hoped. She fixed an angry eye on me and addressed the others. "Kill him, girls. This spurling somehow knows the name of our master." One girl with jet black hair and overflowing bosom stepped forward brandishing a sinister looking wand. "With pleasure, teacher." she hissed and waved the wand at me. Wicked energy seethed at the tip and hit me directly in the chest - but nothing happened. "Immune !?" McGonnagal said in sudden fright. But then composed herself, "He must be the one we're after. Sleep." she said to the girl. The girl then changed her tactics. She turned around her wand and 'uncorked' the back of it. Then she held it up to her mouth and blew through it like a straw. This pretty sparkly pink powder sprayed out to hit me in the face and right then I couldn't keep my eyes open and collapsed. "Our master will be pleased !" I heard the girls crow victoriously in my veil of drugged darkness. A short (or long) while later, I awoke. But I was nowhere near the elevator or the hotel for that matter. I was back home, near Dad's house. I went inside and to my bedroom when this squishy ball on the floor suddenly launched itself at me. I expertly dodged it and it hit the door behind me. There was something whirring in the middle, like a miniature clockwork - something. Then it launched from the door and this time to my EAR ! At once I heard a woman's voice. "Don't be afraid. We're here to help you. You are the David ?" I nodded and spoke, "I =AM= David. I don't know if I'm the one you're looking for." "You know of Potter ?" the gelatin asked. I nodded again. "Harry Potter, yeah, it was a book and now it's a movie. Pretty good, actually." I heard whispering as more than one person was apparently close to the 'microphone' of the gel in my ear. "Movie, movie ? What's a movie ?" * * * There was the sound of ruffling pages then. "Ah ! I have heard of such. Entire worlds of existence that are mere stories in some greater universes and reality in lesser others. Potter has apparently stumbled on such a greater universe - YOURS." "If he catches the writer - " and as she did, many other voices spoke at the same time, "writer ... writer ... writer." "If he catches her, he can rewrite our history and all will be lost !" I was curious now, so I asked. "Potter is not your master ?" "No ! He is the torn shadow. The dark one. " - "dark one ... dark one ... dark one." "Which master do you serve then ?" "Why benevolent Lord Voldemort, of course." I was confused now. "But, well, in the books and movies I saw, he was evil. He sought to conquer Hogwarts." "Your universe may have some differences than ours. But not so different that Potter still cannot rewrite our history. By changing the story, he will change all of reality !" "What can I do ?" I asked. "Go to the Carnival Of Lights. You will know it when you see it. You will see an old woman there with a dark blue and pointed hat. You are to approach her and say, "Kensington." More will be revealed to you at that time. Suddenly the glob of goo in my ear fell out on the floor and burned away in an angry hiss. I thought I would try and reach Dad so I picked up the phone. But coming from inside it was the sound of cackling witches, so I put it down. Sighing, I walked outside and there was my car. I reached in my pocket, found my keys, started the engine, and drove over to where all get-togethers occur where I lived, near the zoo. Sure enough there was a big banner in colorful day-glow letters that read, "Carnival Of Lights." I parked my car noting there were few others. There were many tents where people were selling, well, all kinds of anything that made light. Flashlights, torches, kerosene lanterns, lasers, and all kinds of other things. I approached the first tent which merely had a large question mark above it. Inside was a woman sitting in a chair and she was indeed wearing a dark blue witch's hat. She looked to me with ancient and smiled. "Seeking enlightenment, dearie ?" "Kensington." I told her. She pulled back for a moment to look at me. "I don't know a Kensington. I think you are in the wrong place." Then she pointed her hand to the way out of her tent. But I knew I was in the right place after all. "Kensington !" I said louder. She put a few fingers to her chin and tapped thoughtfully. "David ?" "I am David." No sooner did I speak the words when the front of her tent noisily and violently closed with a harsh zipping sound. For all her earlier appearance of frailty, she now stood from her chair and towered over me, seeming now as muscular as an ox but as beautiful as a guardian angel. I suspected she could snap me in two if she wanted to. She roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me to some stairs leading underground. I followed her and noted the thick smell of incense and earth. Candles lit the way. She directed me to sit in this one metallic chair that had little jagged designs on the back of it. Surely she wouldn't electrocute me ! I sat but raised up instantly to ask her a question. "Sit !" she said, and she said it in such a way that I dared not disobey. As I sat she connected some long thick coupling cables to the bottom of the chair. "Hold this will ya ?" she asked and gave me this giant glass jar of green goo. The top was off and it smelled absolutely horrid. She continued to fidget with things for another minute. I finally spoke, "Would you like your bottle back, because - " and that's as far as I got. Sure enough it was an electric chair of sorts. And I felt red hot electricity sizzle through me from all over. I burned all over and started to crisp. I would die in seconds ! But suddenly the green goo leapt out of the jar as if it were 'hungry' for the electricity, and my burns and wounds. Where it touched it felt ice cool and very comfortable. The energy continued to sizzle but now the green goo had enveloped me completely and I felt no pain. It sucked hungrily away on the buzzing electricity and where it passed my wounds they were perfectly healed. But I did feel powerful. Something - something was definitely happening to me. Suddenly the electricity was turned off and the goo retreated back into the large glass jar I was still holding. "Good job, Percy." she said to the goo. It burbled a few bubbles from the top happily. I winced in disgust. "You now have magical ability, David - but don't waste it. You only have so much. You need to use it to get past the river you'll find less than a block east of this tent. Go there and you will meet our army, and we will then decide what to do." I nodded, got up and felt powerful, REALLY powerful. I felt the top of my hair and it was all frizzed out. Surely it looked awful. Then the witch handed me a hat just like hers. She smiled, "You now see why we wear these. The energy within us cannot be contained for too long and the hat sort of keeps it in check." I took the hat and wore it. I left the tent and started east. As I did I found 3-kids bullying a smaller one. I had power, I know I did. I imagined the 3-kids tripping over each other. And suddenly they did ! I got closer to look and somehow all 3 of their shoelaces were tied to each other. Apparently my first spell was a great success ! The smaller kid whispered words of thanks and headed out. Then I saw the river and I realized why the witch gave me the powers that she did. There was no way to cross it and no bridge either. I flexed my fingers and a pretty pink light shone from in front of me. Gently it lifted me in the air and I started to cross the river. Almost to the other side though the magic failed and I started to fall ! I tried to glide and grab on to the ledge of the other side but it was too far ! I fell straight into the slimy green water and struggled to get to the surface. At that point I woke up, gasping for air. Return back HOME   You are Earth Visitor #

Reviews

[MidnightKingdom]

Oh I'm back! Haha, this dream is awesome,
so anywayyyyyy Harry Potter is an interesting thing to dream about. I wonder, did you watch HP before? Dreams always fascinated me and I've never thought of keeping a dream diary. I should start keeping some now, thanks for the idea!

[dw817]

Thanks. I have really only seen the first Harry Potter movie and only bits of the others. I didn't like them, I thought they were too dark.

But the first movie, excellent. I would definitely watch it again. Had the same "feel" to me as the movie, "Lemony Snicket's Series Of Unfortunate Events."

[MidnightKingdom]

Ah that makes me sad haha. Then again, I'm a fan of dark things. Missed out on a great series! I do prefer the books though... Haha, the unfortunate events was an interesting book series. Though I was more into Stephen King and the Percy Jackson series.

[dw817]

I have done a collection of Tribute based stories despite dreams. Here is one from a set:
read moreI have done a collection of Tribute based stories despite dreams. Here is one from a set:

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/dw817/1899141/

It's not so much that I like Star Wars as I was dissatisfied with the phantom bridge between the 4th, "A New Hope" and 5th movie, "The Empire Strikes Back." There wasn't any connection between the two - so I went to write what will - and Luke does manage to find a female admirer, apparently something absent in all the movies to date.

I know Stephen King stories. What is Percy Jackson about ?

[MidnightKingdom]

You don't know what the Percy Jackson Series is? Awwwwwww hahaha that's ok, Its an amazing series about Greek mythology. It's about a boy who learns he's the son of Poseidon and he's blamed for stealing Zeus's lightning bolt and has to travel all through the USA from new York to LA trying to get it back. And that's the first book. It gets crazier with a Camp half-blood for Demi-gods (children of gods and mortals together) and there's so many quests it's amazing. I totally recommend it. I love it more than starwars and star trek combined...

[dw817]

Son of Poseidon ? Hmm ... I've - never felt the need to write about Gods. I mean in my 2nd and 3rd book there is a person I wrote about called Darceon from the Spectral Universe.

He is not really man, but not really God either. I think he balances between the two. And his order is chaos. He chooses Dev, a very unlikely person, to be the seed of destruction of Earth. But that doesn't appear until the 4th book.

[MidnightKingdom]

I always loved Greek mythology. It's interesting, I may write about the gods soon. But this was well done, I must say- Rick Riordian is a fantastic author

[dw817]

Just Googled him. Yep, he's the guy that wrote the original books. I keep hoping in time my Future Barrier might be made into a movie, mini-series, or full-length series with seasons of episodes.

[MidnightKingdom]

hope that dream comes true :D

[dw817]

Time will tell ...

[MidnightKingdom]

Ah I wish I could dream of Harry potter. This must have been awesome to witness. I am actually quite jealous... Oh I have to eat dinner so I'll reveiw this again