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BanaBatGirl · 09-13-2010, 04:22 AM

Dream One | October 2072

Dear.... Journal,

You are not a dream diary. Let's get that straight, first of all. I am a boy and I do not own a diary. A journal, sure, but a diary? Not for me. Second of all, I only have you because this is for a grade and I want to pass to my seventh year, all right? Good. Glad we're square.

Now, onto my dream.

The other night I was having a dream about the first task of the Triwizard Tournament. I was wearing chain-link armor and standing on top of this big, fat Hebridean Black dragon I had just slayed. I had my sword held triumphantly above my head in one hand and I had the Triwizard Cup in the other. Yes, ~~diary~~ journal, I had already won the tournament after just one task.

Anyway. I was standing there and the crowd in the stands (oh yeah this was taking place on the Quidditch Pitch for some reason) was going wild. I beamed around at them all and then suddenly the dragon I was standing on disappeared, so that I fell to the ground. Then my sword poofed out of my hand and I was left clinging on to the cup.

It suddenly went from being sunny and fair weather to being dark and stormy, and the crowd in the stands all became dark, hooded dementors, sucking all my happiness at winning away. The grassy pitch I was sitting on turned into a churning, choppy ocean and all I had was the Triwizard Cup to cling to even as my armor made me start to sink.

"HELLLLLLLLLP!" I remember shouting, and then Moaning Myrtle was floating above me, picking at her chin. "HELPPPPP MEEEE!" I begged her, but she just giggled and said, "When you dieeee, you're welcome to share myyy toilet."

And she even fluttered her eyelashes at me.

I screamed (I mean, c'mon, imagine haunting a girl's loo with Myrtle) and took in a bunch of water. I could feel myself going under. I closed my eyes to brace for being totally underwater and then when I opened them, my dream was over and I was safe and dry in my bed.

Whew. What do ya have to say to that, Journal? Horrible, horrible dream, innit? More like a nightmare if you ask me.

Well that's about it. I'll write again when I have another important Triwizard dream that will HOPEFULLY never come true.

Fletcher

09-13-2010, 04:22 AM	#23 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Dream One \| October 2072 Dear.... Journal, You are not a dream diary. Let's get that straight, first of all. I am a boy and I do not own a diary. A journal, sure, but a diary? Not for me. Second of all, I only have you because this is for a grade and I want to pass to my seventh year, all right? Good. Glad we're square. Now, onto my dream. The other night I was having a dream about the first task of the Triwizard Tournament. I was wearing chain-link armor and standing on top of this big, fat Hebridean Black dragon I had just slayed. I had my sword held triumphantly above my head in one hand and I had the Triwizard Cup in the other. Yes, ~~diary~~ journal, I had already won the tournament after just one task. Anyway. I was standing there and the crowd in the stands (oh yeah this was taking place on the Quidditch Pitch for some reason) was going wild. I beamed around at them all and then suddenly the dragon I was standing on disappeared, so that I fell to the ground. Then my sword poofed out of my hand and I was left clinging on to the cup. It suddenly went from being sunny and fair weather to being dark and stormy, and the crowd in the stands all became dark, hooded dementors, sucking all my happiness at winning away. The grassy pitch I was sitting on turned into a churning, choppy ocean and all I had was the Triwizard Cup to cling to even as my armor made me start to sink. "HELLLLLLLLLP!" I remember shouting, and then Moaning Myrtle was floating above me, picking at her chin. "HELPPPPP MEEEE!" I begged her, but she just giggled and said, "When you dieeee, you're welcome to share myyy toilet." And she even fluttered her eyelashes at me. I screamed (I mean, c'mon, imagine haunting a girl's loo with Myrtle) and took in a bunch of water. I could feel myself going under. I closed my eyes to brace for being totally underwater and then when I opened them, my dream was over and I was safe and dry in my bed. Whew. What do ya have to say to that, Journal? Horrible, horrible dream, innit? More like a nightmare if you ask me. Well that's about it. I'll write again when I have another important Triwizard dream that will HOPEFULLY never come true. Fletcher __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind Last edited by BanaBatGirl; 11-17-2010 at 04:33 AM. Reason: wrong date. whoopsies!