"Isn't a false awakening a really vivid dream where you think you're awake and everything feels real," Daisy said raising her hand.

Riley sat up straighter in his desk as the Professor had announced that himeslf and the others who had answered correctly were recieving points! His first ones at his new school! *gaspeth*

He sure liked the sound of that, and he knew from then on that he was sure to be gaining more! He listened as Nolan went on about how the Egyptians used them and scribbled the notes which he was sure the Professor was doing. He then said something about a false awakening. "Professor thats when you are dreaming and then you think you wake up but you really haven't, that would be problematic if you were trying to record your dreams. It would cloud your memory of what happened in the dream and what happened when you think you woke up, correct?" he was definately taking an interest in the strangeness this subject had to hold.

Patroclus was gutted he had missed out on answering the ancient Egypt question, it was after all what his father did for a living.

However he knew the answer to the next question so he could answer that one, "False Awakening is what one can experience when they are dreaming, within a dream. The wake up from the Dream- Dream, and experience what they think is reality in the the real Dream." Dreams within dreams, Patroclus could see this train of thought getting rather confusing.

False awakening... Well that's a no-brainer Marie thought as she listened to everyone's answers. "It's when you have a dream that is so real that when you wake up you feel as if the events actually happened." Dreaming that you are dreaming or something like that.

Lexi listened closely to Professor Reynolds and took notes. She was not great at Divination so she didn't even attempt to answer anything. She just stared at Finn and grinned every once and a while. Yeah, that was best.

Witsy thought about this next question carefully in hopes that not only would the professor answer it but also be able to mention some “cure” you might say. False Awakening, hmm. She thought. Reluctantly raising her hand she answered, “I do believe that false awakenings are when you’re led to believe you have woken up, but in fact you’re still dreaming. Almost like a dream within a dream?" Witsy, not even close to reaching the floor with her feet, swayed her legs therapeutically waiting for the correct answer.

Nolan frowned. "No, but good guess, points for effort!" he said with a smile to the young Ravenclaw.

"Close," he said with a nodd. "It's not necessarily someone waking you up unintentionally," he explained. "That would just be a case of your sleepy brain misinterpreting something," he said with a grin.

"Hmmm. It could possibly have some connection. While I myself am no historian, I do know that certain stories appear in many different cultures. For example, the Cinderella story can be traced back to numerous places across Europe and even into Asia. So it is possible that the story you're referring too could have some basis in the actual book, but you'd have to ask your History of Magic professor more about that," he told her with a smile.

As Nolan listened to the students provide answers to the question, he noticed a slumbering Gryffindor in the corner. Oh heck no. First sleepy student of the term!

As they rattled off answers, Nolan kept his ears open, but GLARED at the student. As in a 'Don't sleep in my class' glare.


"Yes, all good answers!" he said with a grin. They were all super smart. "A false awakening is where you wake up in the dream, but you don't actually physically wake up. So you dream yourself wandering around and doing certain things, only to wake up and find you were still dreaming. It can be confusing to say the least. For example, during my days as a student here, I once dreamt that I had done all my Charms homework 2 weeks in advance. When the date came for the homework to be turned in, I argued for half an hour with my professor, insisting that I'd turned it in earlier, only to find that I was wrong and it had all been a dream. So, when recording your dreams, be sure you're certain that you're recording the correct version of the dream!"

"Now, we're going to do a practice interpretation before I introduce your project. Record a dream that you've had recently...any dream will do. The weirder it is, the better it will work for this exercise!" he said. "Please don't just make up a dream, I'd like this to be something you actually take seriously," he added, just in case it wasn't obvious that he was serious about this warm up exercise. "You have 15 minutes," he said before clapping his hands, signalling that they were free to begin.


OOC: ANDDD I'm off for the night. You have like, 16ish hours to come up with a dream, so have at it! :]

Jenny looked down on her parchment. Gosh...she never keeps track of her dreams very often. The next morning they would all disappear. She tried to remember one dream that she could remember very well when she was a little kid. She began writing down on her parchment.

"One day, my father came up with a new sushi recipe to make for his shop." Jenny stopped and nodded to herself. She dipped her quill in her ink before continuing. "He asked me to try it, and so I did; however, it didn't taste right for some reason. It tasted like rotten milk and sour apples. I asked my dad what he put in the filling. My father hesitated before turning to me and said, 'I couldn't find any good fish for today. Would you mind getting some for me?' He looked especially worried; I disregarded that since I knew he had no choice but to ask me since my mother and brother weren't home. 'Will do, father!' I told him before I rushed out of the house with my fishing pole and basket. It was raining very heavily for some reason. Since the shore wasn't that far, it only took me 5 minutes to reach the now dangerous waves. I threw the line as far as I could, catching a few fish when I heard a low growl. After looking around, I noticed that there was a big monster right in front of me in the water. It had tentacles -- it could have been a giant octopus or something. With angry eyes, it tried to reach for me and I had to run as fast as I could. I barely got off the dock when a tentacle grabbed my ankle. It kept dragging me towards the water and opened its wide mouth..."

Jenny finally put her quill down. She had abruptly woke up at that part of the dream so she never got to find out what happened. That seems to be good enough right?

Right. Well. Danika wasn't going to share her thoughts about dreams in class. Even if there were certain dreams that could be worth sharing.

But no.

Her dreams. No, thank you. She'd rather sit and listen how the whole class goes.

Ugh, just what she didn't want to do, they were doing... Rae figured that the Professor wouldn't really read every single one and if he did he wouldn't care, so she obliged to the activity at hand. She got out a quill, and a piece of parchment, then began writing

This looked too personal, but Rae had nothing else to write. Professor better be grateful she likes this class, because this was a secret she was spilling, all for the sake of class.. Which didn't sound like Rae at all.

Oh. She'd been right. Coolio then.

Hmm.. a dream. Well she had recurring dreams. But.. she was NOT sharing that. Ever. Or at least.. not to the rest of her classmates. Hmph.

Millie looked at her parchment warily. She really didn't want to write about her dreams. They were filled with memories she didn't have, strange beasts falling from the sky, and theorems that she hadn't known prior to dreaming them. None of her dreams were ever pleasant. The best they could be was mundane, and those were a blessing in and of themselves.

With a shaky hand, she put quill to parchment, and began writing the least of her dreams...

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Standing out on a cliffside, the entire world is dry. A lifeless city is a sea before me, reaching out to the sky, but I'm above all of them. The sky is dry as well, made of caked dirt that stretches out endlessly to the horizon. I wish I was underground, but I'm not. This is just how the world is. And everything is a dusty red. The sky begins to crumble and break. Large chunks of the sky form into dark figures... black dragons which stretch and claw their ways out as though being born from the sky, and the sky bleeds in response. As the sky falls away into blood and dragons, there is nothing but an inky black and empty abyss, stretching out into forever.

She sighed and set her quill aside, still shaking. We would see what could be derived from it. Or maybe she would be told to choose a different dream.

ooc: Real dream. I was freaked for the entire day.

Think. Think. Think.

A recent dream. Well, he could only think of one. But was it considered a dream?

Either way, he wrote down quickly what his dream was about, but decided to share this thoughts with the Professor, yes, he didn't mind if the class heard it or not, "Professor" he started, the first thing was to get his attention, "What if the dream sort of looks like something you've already experienced?" he asked, his hand was still in the air...and now not so much.

"For instance, I keep on dreaming..." well, not really, only like three times the past month, "...that I'm flying on my broomstick and hit a tree..." yes, he continued, "...which in reality it happened, when I was three, and my father came over to help while my sister laughed beside me" that's what happened in reality, "In my dreams, however, I'm no longer the three year old boy, " no, he was now the thirteen year old boy, "My sister and my father keep their same age, but the one that comes to help is a golden-haired relative" yes, his great-great-great-uncle, the G dude, "It still counts as a dream, right? Even if it resembles a real life experience, correct?" it probably was, but then what did the dream mean?

" Well, I dreamed I was Elvis Presley" Rex told the proessor. " Now the funny part of this is I do not really know how to sing. " Rex said to Mr. Reynolds.
" I had hid jumpsuit, his kind of long hair, his good looks and apparently all these girls. "I seem to be doing a concert in Las Vegss, Nevada in the USA" Rex explained to Professor Reynolds. Then I woke up and seemed to be at A karoke Bar in San Francisco, CAlifornia, USA singing Elvis ,but then I really woke up from my dream" Rex sighed.

Ella smiled when she got the question right. She was on a roll with these answers today, heh. Oooh, they were gonna interpret their own dreams? Coool.

She almost stuck the end of her Quill in her mouth as she thought about it. But she managed to stop herself before that happened. It was hard trying to remember dreams. Even if they were really awesome, they just disappeared from memory by the morning. It was usually nightmares that stayed with you... right? Once she thought she had something, she pressed her Quill to her parchment and wrote it down, because she didn't particulary want to say it out loud in front of the class.
Dreams were so individualy weird.

Cass had kept quiet for the duration of the class, but now they had to do something. So she sat up straight, and brought out her rolls of parchment, one of her Hippogriff quills, and a pot of black ink from her bag.

One of her dreams? Hmm...this was hard. She rarely remembered her dreams...she thought for a while and then she sat up excitedly. She remembered what she dreamed of this morning!

She bent down low towards her parchment and started writing.

Cass stared at the words at the paper. This wasn't a dream. This was a nightmare...but its the only one that she remembers. So with a resigned sigh, she rolled up the remainder of her parchment and leaned back her chair as she watched her other classmates work.

Kurumi passed her notes to Adam to get him caught up on where they were. She made a mental note to herself that she would nudge him...or perhaps even kick him, if he started falling asleep again. She pointed to the board where the Professor had written their current task of recording a dream. She scratched her head with her quill trying to think of a dream that seemed suitable for what the Professor was looking for. Had she had any weird dreams recently?

She remembered a dream in which everything was pink...as though she were seeing the world through pink lensed glasses. She figured that that was probably the best dream to work with and she began writing on some parchment.

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I once dreamed that everything was a shade of pink. I was playing with my brothers by the stream, but the stream was made from flower petals instead of water....

She paused...what else had happened in that dream? She couldn't remembered, so she decided to start with a different one instead. There was one that had stuck pretty vividly in her mind...

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I once dreamed that I was practicing kendo with my oldest brother out in a great wide field. It was night, but the field was glowing a golden color. Suddenly, thousands of fireflies appeared lighting the sky with their greenish-yellowish glow. Suddenly, there was a very strong wind and I ran to my brother but, right as I was about to reach him, he turned into a statue made from cherry blossoms and blew away with the wind...

She put her quill down and looked up at the professor. Yeah...they were probably going to have a field day tell her what this one meant.

Enya had noticed Carin walk into the room, and she gave the girl a particually nice smirk and wave when she noticed Carin had seen her. HA. She was going to enjoy annoying that girl this year. She giggled. After that Enya shut off, she had opened her textbook but never took a word in. She was thinking about ways of getting back at Carin. It was Carin's fault after all for her getting detention. GAH! She'd get her back!

But she came back to the present when she heard to Professor tell all about a dream she had recently had. Ha. This was going to be good. She'd make it up, yeah she would. Hmm but what? Then she got it!

Enya opened her mouth to say what had come to mind, but didn't. Seem's she didn't have the answer.

lol this is a variation of the dream I had last night xD
 

Leilani thought back to one of the dreams she'd had recently. It had deffinitely been... Odd. She was running through a park, hiding from people on her way home. But when she got home, her father wasn't there. He'd left a note saying he needed to go to the hospital because there was glass in his eyes. So she ran off to find him, but she couldn't and instead wound up in this run down old shack.

That was all she remembered really. But yes, it had been strange.

She finished taking notes on what the Proffesor had to say before gently setting her note book down on the table. Hmm, they weren't sharing their dreams were they? Because if the were she'd certainly be getting some strange looks

Lucy cleared her throat and began, "Professor, it had always been my dream to have a world tour with my friends and family i love to travel a lot. So this is what i went to bed thinking, to go on a world tour. In my dream i went to places all over the world enjoying myself with my family and friends, eating various dishes that were absolutely delicious and i couldn't stop myself from eating them. After eating we went to a park which had a slid and that looked really big. As i got ready to go, i see my sister pulling my hands and stopping me, i couldn't hear what exactly was she trying to say, but later some while i open my eyes seeing she calling me for breakfast. Well, that's my dream, i hope it don't stay a dream forever." she said with a sigh.