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EquestrianGal88 · 09-11-2010, 05:34 PM

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Dream Diary; Entry One
Subject: Norah E. Shire, aged fifteen
Year: 5

The time is currently 2:48am.
I had a bizarre dream tonight, as of now, I am still laying in bed after waking suddenly from it.

Things started normally enough, I was sitting at the kitchen table with my family. My mother and father, and three sisters; two of whom are older than myself, and one who is quite young. My older siblings seem to be talking about their latest adventure in Malaysia, where they are currently living, though the words are unclear and rather garbled. My baby sister Yvette looks at me and asks me something, I don't remember ever hearing a sound come from her mouth however, and I wasn't able to respond. I had the feeling of being suffocated, I couldn't breath, and my family continued to watch as if nothing was happening. My older sister Georgette places a large photo album on the table on top of her dinner plate; which vanished once the album was about to crush it. She opens the pages, and my family members look closer as though seeing the most wonderful thing in the world. I try to lean over and see as well, but all I see are blank pages. There weren't even photographs pasted down, or words written. My mother starts trying to communicate with me again, but I didn't know what she wanted. I felt like I needed to get something for her, to help her, so I stood up from my chair and started to frantically look for something in the next room. I don't know how I got there, the scenery just changed. There was a lot of paperwork that I was riffling through, the front door was open, it was dark outside, and I could see the stars clearly and decided to walk out of the house to get a better look.

As I looked up I remember having another sensation; falling. The next thing I knew I was sitting in my old astronomy classroom at Beauxbatons next to people I didn't recognize. They were all staring at me, and the professor was trying to speak to me even though I couldn't understand a word of it. The student sitting next to me tapped my arm and I looked at them, still not recognizing the face. She tried to get me to understand something, tilting her head towards the professor as though I should go up to the front. I don't know why, but she looked angry, like I had done something wrong. I stood up and walked to the front where the professor stood; he didn't look happy either, or familiar, none of the students did now that I think about it. The professor held out a box for me to take and tried to tell me something. Again, the noise was garbled...it reminded me very much of trying to find just the right station on a muggle radio, that hissing sound, and the combination of several people speaking at once while you are unable to make out what anyone is saying.

I stood there at the front for what seemed like a very long time while the professor still tried to hand me that box. It was dark and made of wood. I finally took it and meant to walk back to my desk, but the instructor stopped me. He pointed to the box again as though he wanted me to open it. I don't know why, but I started to feel sick when I held onto the box, almost afraid of what was inside. I ignored the professor and walked back to the desk and sat down. There was nobody in the room then. I was all by myself, except for the box in front of me that wasn't dark any more, it was bright, and clean, and made of some shiny glass-like material. The room was brighter too, and warmer, it made me feel happier knowing that there wasn't a room full of people watching my every move. I decided to open the box.
There didn't seem to be anything inside, but the inside was made of silver.

That is where I woke up; still feeling scared for some reason even though my dream hadn't ended with me being stabbed or falling to my untimely death. I thought it was very odd, and even now it's confusing to me. I suppose I'll be able to figure out what it means later, 'till then I'm keeping this diary right on my bedside table to make it easy to reach.

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Dream Diary; Entry Two
Subject: Norah E. Shire, aged fifteen
Year: 5

The time is currently 2:36am

The dream I had tonight was like reliving something that I had done about eight months ago, parts of it anyway; which was to explore the Catacombs of Paris by myself on a dare. In my dream I was standing over a small entryway that was located away from the muggle streets, past some older structures that have been standing for goodness knows how long. I could see a few individuals standing near me as I climbed down the narrow opening to the tunnel; I didn't recognize any of their faces...nor do I think I ever saw their facial features anyway. I had a flashlight in my hand. (A flashlight is something that muggles use to light their way in the dark.) It was a big, bulky, black one with a shoulder strap, the same sort of flashlight my dad used to own until he lent it to someone and never got it back. Anyway, it was dark as it could get down there, and the floor started to move all of a sudden like I was on a conveyor belt. I could see the walls...which I didn't like very much. There was a little bit of water seeping from the crevices in the walls, and I could hear a cat somewhere farther down the catacombs. It felt like there were people down there with me when the floor was moving, and I felt like I was being jostled around by something I couldn't see. Guess that must be what it was like to be a cow being rounded up or whatever.

Anyway, the floor kept moving me farther down, and I stepped closer to the wall. That was when the floor stopped moving and I reached a dead end. There weren't any more cat sounds from what I remember. Now that there was a dead end my only other option was to walk up the way I came, so that's what I did. Something bumped into me and I ended up dropping my flashlight. The top opened up and the lightbulb and battery came out; though the lightbulb remained lit the entire time so I could see where everything had landed. I picked up the bulb and walked to where the entrance of the catacombs should have been, but I hit another dead end instead. I could hear the people on the other side; they were laughing or something, and it also sounded like someone was knocking on the wall to the left of me, but there was nobody there. All I could see were those bones and rocks that had built up the walls and I started to feel warm, like it was getting hotter by the minute where I was. I started to ask if anyone else was there, then I could hear something like footsteps and something being dragged farther down the tunnel, but I couldn't see anything. I don't know why, but I started to walk down the catacombs again, it felt like something I had to do, so I just did it.

There was nobody there, and I couldn't hear anything anymore. But where there was once a dead end, there was now an opening. It wasn't to where I had entered the catacombs either, it was a lovely field, and it was dusk. There were birds chirping somewhere and I could hear a train from really far away, though I was seemingly in the middle of nowhere. The bulb wasn't in my hand anymore, instead I was holding on to a cattail...one of those plants you see growing next to a lake. I turned around and the catacombs weren't behind me anymore, there was only a pond with a heron standing silently in the water waiting for a fish to come along, I suppose. The heron was white, and the pond was very dark and still. I don't imagine a pure white bird like that trying to catch fish would have much luck. There weren't any trees anywhere, it was all just one big open field with me in the middle of it, and that heron waiting in the shallows, the bird wasn't moving an inch. I dropped the cattail and it disappeared. Then I began to hear purring, and then started wondering where the chirping birds were coming from if there were no trees around for them to perch in. The purring got louder, but I still watched the heron, it was very interesting. There were more noises around me after a moment, and I started to feel suffocated by something. The sounds got louder, I don't even recall what the noises were made by, they were just there. I couldn't hear the chirping that smaller birds were making anymore, and that white heron still wasn't moving. I thought that maybe the heron had started to stir a little bit...

That's when I woke up. My cat had hopped onto the bed and had curled up next to me.

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Dream Diary; Entry Three
Subject: Norah E. Shire, aged fifteen
Year: 5

Current time, 2:47am

ooc: I am using a dream I actually had this morning/last night.

This was probably the most disturbing dream I've had in a long time, though I never got the chance to see anything horribly graphic.
My first memory of it was that for some reason I was walking along the banks of a river, and in the middle of it, that was a sort of divide between the two branches of it, was a very large field that included a small horse barn, a large farmhouse that looked as though it could fall at any moment, and another structure that served the purpose of storing old equipment and housed a couple of dogs.

I ended up in the middle of the field that served as a divide for the two directions of the river. The ground was shockingly damp in parts, and dry in others. There was a large tractor with a plow attached at one end of the field, as though it was left there without finishing the current job.

Though I don't remember how I ended up here, I was on a large boat and a few people who I can't even describe were looking over the side at a number of trees, that looked old and young, some were even tipping to their sides and leaning on the neighboring tree for support. I remember some voice telling me to try and count the number of eagles I saw.
I started to count them, I believe I had counted seven, and once I mentioned that number in my head I was back to standing in the field again, and was next to that old building used to store broken down equipment and a couple of dogs...German Shephard dogs as I recall.

I felt as though something was wrong, so I made my way not to the house, but to the tractor and plow. Before I even made it past the building I was next to, I heard one of the dogs whining. The next thing I knew there was a lot of blood seeping out from underneath the wall. I made my way to the front of the building and saw the second dog staring at something that I couldn't see towards the back. Instinctively I grabbed him and just as I did this whitish-grey wolf came around from the back. There wasn't any blood on it's face, but the eyes were a strange mix between the colors gold and red, and it was larger than a normal wolf.
It seemed like it had meant to come after me, but it stopped once I grabbed and was behind the remaining shephard. I started hearing this voice in my head as the wolf backed away a little, still staring at me and the dog. 'Finish it.' I kept hearing it over and over until the creature had vanished...it had slinked away towards the back of the old building again.

Then I was next to the plow, the shephard dog wasn't next to me anymore, I don't know where it went off to. I got onto and turned the tractor on, it was so loud, and I was afraid that the wolf might show up again. I started to drive the tractor and it's plow up and down the field, turning up the soil, but after a while I stopped, it was getting dark or something, and I had started to feel scared.

I was in the horse barn now, and a lot of horses that I knew of where waiting patiently in the cross tie areas in the hallway. One horse I knew of, a large draft, was right in front of the barn entrance...which was a very large sliding door. I also noticed that once I stepped inside the horse barn, that the scenery outside seemed to change. It was light out, and there were a lot of trees with their autumn coloring.

Things happened really fast once I was in the barn. The last horse on the end started to get fussy, so I walked down towards her, I remember having to push other horses out of the way. It was like they all shifted their bodies to intentionally block my path.
I saw the whitish-grey fur again, and I hurried along even faster, though the horse still wasn't reacting the way I thought it should, which was to break away from the ties and run, or to start making lots of sounds and kick and rear.
I'll never forget what I saw next; the wolf had removed one of the horses back legs and was attempting to drag it away. There wasn't even any blood around. I started to chase after it, I guess trying to get the leg back for some odd reason. And I also remember seeing more of those wolves in my dream at this point, though none of them were the same color as the first one. There may have been three in total, since I don't believe I ever made a head count. Again, I started hearing the words, 'Finish it.'
I started saying back, "Finish what?" Because I didn't know what was happening. I was in the middle of the field again, and I couldn't see the wolves anymore. The ground was all dried up and there wasn't anything growing in it aside from a few blades of grass that were very far apart from each other. I turned around and the tractor and plow were all the way across the field, that old farmhouse was as old and crumbly as ever.

That is where I woke up suddenly. I have a horrible feeling that something happened to me when I turned my back, but I can't be sure at this point because I cannot recall anything else.

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EquestrianGal88 SS100 Triumphant Kappa Join Date: Aug 2008 Location: Postmodern Jukebox Posts: 13,422 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rayna C. Thorne Third Year	♥My Very 1st Tag \| ~Filofax:Forever~ \| ~Evil Slythie~ \| Chris' Caretaker♥ Text Cut: Entry One Dream Diary; Entry One Subject: Norah E. Shire, aged fifteen Year: 5 The time is currently 2:48am. I had a bizarre dream tonight, as of now, I am still laying in bed after waking suddenly from it. Things started normally enough, I was sitting at the kitchen table with my family. My mother and father, and three sisters; two of whom are older than myself, and one who is quite young. My older siblings seem to be talking about their latest adventure in Malaysia, where they are currently living, though the words are unclear and rather garbled. My baby sister Yvette looks at me and asks me something, I don't remember ever hearing a sound come from her mouth however, and I wasn't able to respond. I had the feeling of being suffocated, I couldn't breath, and my family continued to watch as if nothing was happening. My older sister Georgette places a large photo album on the table on top of her dinner plate; which vanished once the album was about to crush it. She opens the pages, and my family members look closer as though seeing the most wonderful thing in the world. I try to lean over and see as well, but all I see are blank pages. There weren't even photographs pasted down, or words written. My mother starts trying to communicate with me again, but I didn't know what she wanted. I felt like I needed to get something for her, to help her, so I stood up from my chair and started to frantically look for something in the next room. I don't know how I got there, the scenery just changed. There was a lot of paperwork that I was riffling through, the front door was open, it was dark outside, and I could see the stars clearly and decided to walk out of the house to get a better look. As I looked up I remember having another sensation; falling. The next thing I knew I was sitting in my old astronomy classroom at Beauxbatons next to people I didn't recognize. They were all staring at me, and the professor was trying to speak to me even though I couldn't understand a word of it. The student sitting next to me tapped my arm and I looked at them, still not recognizing the face. She tried to get me to understand something, tilting her head towards the professor as though I should go up to the front. I don't know why, but she looked angry, like I had done something wrong. I stood up and walked to the front where the professor stood; he didn't look happy either, or familiar, none of the students did now that I think about it. The professor held out a box for me to take and tried to tell me something. Again, the noise was garbled...it reminded me very much of trying to find just the right station on a muggle radio, that hissing sound, and the combination of several people speaking at once while you are unable to make out what anyone is saying. I stood there at the front for what seemed like a very long time while the professor still tried to hand me that box. It was dark and made of wood. I finally took it and meant to walk back to my desk, but the instructor stopped me. He pointed to the box again as though he wanted me to open it. I don't know why, but I started to feel sick when I held onto the box, almost afraid of what was inside. I ignored the professor and walked back to the desk and sat down. There was nobody in the room then. I was all by myself, except for the box in front of me that wasn't dark any more, it was bright, and clean, and made of some shiny glass-like material. The room was brighter too, and warmer, it made me feel happier knowing that there wasn't a room full of people watching my every move. I decided to open the box. There didn't seem to be anything inside, but the inside was made of silver. That is where I woke up; still feeling scared for some reason even though my dream hadn't ended with me being stabbed or falling to my untimely death. I thought it was very odd, and even now it's confusing to me. I suppose I'll be able to figure out what it means later, 'till then I'm keeping this diary right on my bedside table to make it easy to reach. End Entry One --------------------- Text Cut: Entry Two Dream Diary; Entry Two Subject: Norah E. Shire, aged fifteen Year: 5 The time is currently 2:36am The dream I had tonight was like reliving something that I had done about eight months ago, parts of it anyway; which was to explore the Catacombs of Paris by myself on a dare. In my dream I was standing over a small entryway that was located away from the muggle streets, past some older structures that have been standing for goodness knows how long. I could see a few individuals standing near me as I climbed down the narrow opening to the tunnel; I didn't recognize any of their faces...nor do I think I ever saw their facial features anyway. I had a flashlight in my hand. (A flashlight is something that muggles use to light their way in the dark.) It was a big, bulky, black one with a shoulder strap, the same sort of flashlight my dad used to own until he lent it to someone and never got it back. Anyway, it was dark as it could get down there, and the floor started to move all of a sudden like I was on a conveyor belt. I could see the walls...which I didn't like very much. There was a little bit of water seeping from the crevices in the walls, and I could hear a cat somewhere farther down the catacombs. It felt like there were people down there with me when the floor was moving, and I felt like I was being jostled around by something I couldn't see. Guess that must be what it was like to be a cow being rounded up or whatever. Anyway, the floor kept moving me farther down, and I stepped closer to the wall. That was when the floor stopped moving and I reached a dead end. There weren't any more cat sounds from what I remember. Now that there was a dead end my only other option was to walk up the way I came, so that's what I did. Something bumped into me and I ended up dropping my flashlight. The top opened up and the lightbulb and battery came out; though the lightbulb remained lit the entire time so I could see where everything had landed. I picked up the bulb and walked to where the entrance of the catacombs should have been, but I hit another dead end instead. I could hear the people on the other side; they were laughing or something, and it also sounded like someone was knocking on the wall to the left of me, but there was nobody there. All I could see were those bones and rocks that had built up the walls and I started to feel warm, like it was getting hotter by the minute where I was. I started to ask if anyone else was there, then I could hear something like footsteps and something being dragged farther down the tunnel, but I couldn't see anything. I don't know why, but I started to walk down the catacombs again, it felt like something I had to do, so I just did it. There was nobody there, and I couldn't hear anything anymore. But where there was once a dead end, there was now an opening. It wasn't to where I had entered the catacombs either, it was a lovely field, and it was dusk. There were birds chirping somewhere and I could hear a train from really far away, though I was seemingly in the middle of nowhere. The bulb wasn't in my hand anymore, instead I was holding on to a cattail...one of those plants you see growing next to a lake. I turned around and the catacombs weren't behind me anymore, there was only a pond with a heron standing silently in the water waiting for a fish to come along, I suppose. The heron was white, and the pond was very dark and still. I don't imagine a pure white bird like that trying to catch fish would have much luck. There weren't any trees anywhere, it was all just one big open field with me in the middle of it, and that heron waiting in the shallows, the bird wasn't moving an inch. I dropped the cattail and it disappeared. Then I began to hear purring, and then started wondering where the chirping birds were coming from if there were no trees around for them to perch in. The purring got louder, but I still watched the heron, it was very interesting. There were more noises around me after a moment, and I started to feel suffocated by something. The sounds got louder, I don't even recall what the noises were made by, they were just there. I couldn't hear the chirping that smaller birds were making anymore, and that white heron still wasn't moving. I thought that maybe the heron had started to stir a little bit... That's when I woke up. My cat had hopped onto the bed and had curled up next to me. End Entry Two --------------------- Text Cut: Entry Three Dream Diary; Entry Three Subject: Norah E. Shire, aged fifteen Year: 5 Current time, 2:47am ooc: I am using a dream I actually had this morning/last night. This was probably the most disturbing dream I've had in a long time, though I never got the chance to see anything horribly graphic. My first memory of it was that for some reason I was walking along the banks of a river, and in the middle of it, that was a sort of divide between the two branches of it, was a very large field that included a small horse barn, a large farmhouse that looked as though it could fall at any moment, and another structure that served the purpose of storing old equipment and housed a couple of dogs. I ended up in the middle of the field that served as a divide for the two directions of the river. The ground was shockingly damp in parts, and dry in others. There was a large tractor with a plow attached at one end of the field, as though it was left there without finishing the current job. Though I don't remember how I ended up here, I was on a large boat and a few people who I can't even describe were looking over the side at a number of trees, that looked old and young, some were even tipping to their sides and leaning on the neighboring tree for support. I remember some voice telling me to try and count the number of eagles I saw. I started to count them, I believe I had counted seven, and once I mentioned that number in my head I was back to standing in the field again, and was next to that old building used to store broken down equipment and a couple of dogs...German Shephard dogs as I recall. I felt as though something was wrong, so I made my way not to the house, but to the tractor and plow. Before I even made it past the building I was next to, I heard one of the dogs whining. The next thing I knew there was a lot of blood seeping out from underneath the wall. I made my way to the front of the building and saw the second dog staring at something that I couldn't see towards the back. Instinctively I grabbed him and just as I did this whitish-grey wolf came around from the back. There wasn't any blood on it's face, but the eyes were a strange mix between the colors gold and red, and it was larger than a normal wolf. It seemed like it had meant to come after me, but it stopped once I grabbed and was behind the remaining shephard. I started hearing this voice in my head as the wolf backed away a little, still staring at me and the dog. 'Finish it.' I kept hearing it over and over until the creature had vanished...it had slinked away towards the back of the old building again. Then I was next to the plow, the shephard dog wasn't next to me anymore, I don't know where it went off to. I got onto and turned the tractor on, it was so loud, and I was afraid that the wolf might show up again. I started to drive the tractor and it's plow up and down the field, turning up the soil, but after a while I stopped, it was getting dark or something, and I had started to feel scared. I was in the horse barn now, and a lot of horses that I knew of where waiting patiently in the cross tie areas in the hallway. One horse I knew of, a large draft, was right in front of the barn entrance...which was a very large sliding door. I also noticed that once I stepped inside the horse barn, that the scenery outside seemed to change. It was light out, and there were a lot of trees with their autumn coloring. Things happened really fast once I was in the barn. The last horse on the end started to get fussy, so I walked down towards her, I remember having to push other horses out of the way. It was like they all shifted their bodies to intentionally block my path. I saw the whitish-grey fur again, and I hurried along even faster, though the horse still wasn't reacting the way I thought it should, which was to break away from the ties and run, or to start making lots of sounds and kick and rear. I'll never forget what I saw next; the wolf had removed one of the horses back legs and was attempting to drag it away. There wasn't even any blood around. I started to chase after it, I guess trying to get the leg back for some odd reason. And I also remember seeing more of those wolves in my dream at this point, though none of them were the same color as the first one. There may have been three in total, since I don't believe I ever made a head count. Again, I started hearing the words, *'Finish it.'* I started saying back, "Finish what?" Because I didn't know what was happening. I was in the middle of the field again, and I couldn't see the wolves anymore. The ground was all dried up and there wasn't anything growing in it aside from a few blades of grass that were very far apart from each other. I turned around and the tractor and plow were all the way across the field, that old farmhouse was as old and crumbly as ever. That is where I woke up suddenly. I have a horrible feeling that something happened to me when I turned my back, but I can't be sure at this point because I cannot recall anything else. 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