Dream #1
Kurumi opened up her dream diary and turned to the first blank page. After writing her name, house, and year at the top, she decided to just dive right into writing about her dream as it was still fresh in her mind.


Dream#2
Kurumi found her diary and opened it. She read over her previous entry and smiled. She had had several other dreams about the mysterious white prince, but she still had no idea who he was...or what he was supposed to represent for that matter. She flipped to a fresh page took out a quill and began to write.



Dream #3
With everything that had been going on recently, not to mention overly freaking out about final exams, Kurumi had almost forgotten about her dream diary. Having found it, she took out her quill and began writing in it. She had had one really strange dream the night before.

Dear Dream Diary,

Before I write this silly thing down, I'd like to point out that I RARELY have dreams. Well, at least, not ones I remember. Probably only have such ones about once a month?

And if I do remember them, they're usually the horrible ones. Wake up clammy and in a sweat type. Not the 'ah, blissful and I wish I was there type'. Such a bummer. Does that mean anything in itself? A lack of creativity of something? Probably not. Maybe I'm too cynical about this sort of thing. Which is why I'm going to try and complete this assignment. As an experiment. It might help me find out.

So the dream I just had. And I mean literally just had. I'm writing this by wandlight under my duvet so not as to wake anyone. But I need to write it now so I don't forget...

It was the day of Quidditch Trials. For a professional team. Which one, I can't remember - I was just wearing my practice Ravenclaw robes. I was sat in the locker room, feeling very nervous. The sick to the stomach type. I'd been biting my nails (something I NEVER do) so much that I didn't have any nail remaining. As in, they weren't just short, they'd completely disappeared to be replaced with flakey sore looking skin. The room itself was shabby. Splintery benches, broken lockers, and a couple of smashed up photos. Photos of people I recognised, but couldn't place.

After a while of waiting, my name was announced and I headed to the pitch, broom in hand. It was the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. Well, at least the stands were. The rest wasn't. I remember thinking that Prof V wouldn't ever let it be in that state. The pitch itself was scorched and burnt, and soon I realised why. The other players weren't on brooms. Oh no. They were on dragons. Big fire breathing DRAGONS. The air was thick with smoke, almost too thick to breathe. More importantly, my faithful broom had disappeared from my hand. Now what was I meant to do? This wasn't a fair tryout!

Regardless, I needed to get in the air. To show what I could do. I headed to the one grounded dragon. It was a yellow and greem warty old thing. More like a toad than a dragon. But it seemed friendly enough. I mean, it seemed to let me climb on its back okay. But then, as I wanted to kick off, it stayed as a lump on the ground. And then I heard snores. My one and only chance to impress the selectors, and I had the fattest, laziest dragon-toad possible. It was ASLEEP! All that noise and fire around, and my dragon was ASLEEP! The crowd was boo-ing like crazy, and I was stuck sat on that thing. It was awful. And I didn't know what to do. Sit there and risk getting burnt? Looking like an epic failure? Go back to the locker room? Try and hijack someone else's dragon? Risk using my wand? Whattttt?!

I didn't make the decision. Because that's when I woke up. Weird stuff, huh? Not that I'm gonna analyse it now, because I'm sure I'll have to do that in the future. And I'm still pretty tired. So I'm gonna try get back to sleep. Preferably without the horrid fat dragon-toad.

Nighty night,

Nia




Dear Dream Diary,

See, I said I don't dream often. Not ones I wake up to remember and write down. Because it's taken literally MONTHS to get to this second entry. And it doesn't even make sense. But, I said I would do this assignment. And that I will. And I don't need to worry about interpreting it yet anyway.

So, it started at home. In my room - but at the same time, not my room. It looked like my room - same bed linen, curtains, posters on the wall, books on my bookshelves. But it didn't feel right. As if someone else had taken it over, and I was only allowed to observe what was going on. I blinked, and within that split second the room had been ransacked. Completely turned over. The bed was unmade, and the curtains billowing from a chilly wind blowing through the window. My books everywhere, torn along their spines. My Quidditch robes pulled from the wardrobe and torn. And worse of all, my school work - my meticulously written NEWTs revision - was muddled across the floor.

I didn't get chance to clear it up though. As soon as I touched the top sheet of paper closest to me (some notes taken on Charms at the third task of the Triwizard Tournament) everything started to swirl. I felt immediately dizzy. Almost sick to the pit of my stomach. It lasted a while, before I found myself on a deserted island. Unfortunately it wasn't one of those luxurious ones, with golden empty beaches, palm trees and a sparking turquoise sea.

It was rocky. And cold. And waves from the sea were crashing on the beach, the tide coming in and getting closer and closer as they did so. The wind whipped through my hair, and as I went to wrap my scarf round tighter to block as the cold, I realised it was not longer round my neck. I zipped my coat up as high as possible, and rubbed my hands together. They were cold. Ice cold. The blood wasn't even circulating in them anymore - they'd turned a horrid yellow. I started to run, sprinting across the island. It shouldn't have taken more than 20 or so strides. And yet, I seemed to be going forever.

I looked down at the ground, puzzled. To realise I was no longer on the ground, but in the air. I was running on nothing. What was keeping me there? I dare not stop running, for fear of falling. And yet, my legs were tiring. I just couldn't keep it up...

And that, my little dream diary, is all I know. The classic waking up before it's all finished scenario. Probably a good thing. Ah well.

Sleep tight my friend,

Nia

Diary Deam Notebook- Final Entry- Entry 3
I am camping out here, Wow, Rex Trigwell in the woods. Since when do I camp?" Rex asked himself. These flowers look nice. Wait a minute, this plant over here looks like Poison Ivy. " The people I am camping with told me not to touch it.
I am hiking with Fee, Edmond. Victoria, Kita and Daisy. Can you beleive we have a RavenClaw-Victoria, HufflePuff- Kita, Slytherin-Fee and Edmond,Daisy and myself- Gryffindors. Well Victoria is my sister, Kita is the BFF of Fee, Daisy, my close freind in Gryffindor, Edmond just became Fee's boyfriend, Fee is my best female freind and all of us are freinds. We call ourselves "The Rainbow of Houses" This hike took a long time, we just needed to get in shape for next term's Quidditch matches. We seemed to hike forever. Somehow Diasy told us, we hiked all the way back to our camp. Fee, Victoria and Kita laughed, Edmond and I figured we walked in a circle.
We all started telling campfire stories. One scarier than the other. The best one was told by my sister Victoria. She told us about someone who snuck in on campers with a smell of marsmellows, but he had a tendency to jump in everyones tents and scared the daylights of them by going "The Boogie man is here."
All of us roasted our marshmellows in the campfire. Ther is something wrrong with my marshmellow. Was it cooking? did it drop in the fire? Is it to brown. I then woke up and gfound my pillow missing and had been sleeping on just my mattress. Then I really woke up and everything was fine, so I weant back to sleep.

ENTRY ONE

Well, I can't say I'm used to writing down dreams or anything. Mainly because I don't really remember them that well most of the time - I've tried, you know, in the middle of the night when you can still remember most details about it, because I was convinced I'd just dreamt up the best possible spy novel plot. Of course, by the time I got tot writing it down, I'd forgotten how it ended.

Anyway, my most recent dream... well, that would probably revolve around my cat, Astor. Why would I think it centres around him? Well, probably because I was him in my dream. I could see my dorm from his point of view, I could see myself from his point of view - it was almost like a twisted version of Freaky Friday, to be honest, minus the fortune cookies.

Well, while being in the form of my cat I padded out of the dorm and through the castle and outside into the grounds. I saw a few other cats from some other students, but that's about it. I kept moving towards the Forbidden Forest - or should I say Astor was? well, whatever - and when I got there, I saw a Sphinx sitting in between the trees. Except it looked very strange, because it was only have solid - well, basically the visual effect was that of an Escher painting, more or less. It started talking to me, but I couldn't hear any of the words. I'm guessing it was trying to tell me a riddle or something, but I can't be sure.

I tried to ask it to speak up, but all I could to was miaow... and then I had to run, because suddenly an entire herd of hippogriffs came galloping at me from the Forest and I had the distinct impression that if I didn't move I've end up being trampled and killed. Except that as I ran the castle never seemed to get any closer until...

I woke up. That's such an anti-climactic ending to a story, I know, but we're recording dreams after all, right?

Entry 1:

Dear Mad-Eye,

First off, yes I'm calling you Mad-Eye. For a couple reasons. Mostly, I just really like him, and I think it's sad he died trying to protect Harry Potter, and second, his reputation stands for itself, and maybe naming you after him means I won't have to worry about people randomly trying to find out about my dreams. Except for Professor Reynolds, since obviously he can read this. Just other random people should stay away.

Anyway, I guess you could say I have the Triwizard Tournament on the brain, 'cause it's happening this term. But my dream had to do with a different tournament. Namely, I found myself back in Harry's time, and a fourth to the trio. Which was awesome, and it was amazing getting to run around with them all the time, even though part of me still knew it wasn't real. Couldn't be real. But back to the dream. It was fourth year, and somehow dream-me found I knew that something bad was going to happen with the Tournament, and therefore wasn't surprised when Harry's name came out of the Goblet. And dream-me told him what it felt, and between the four of us we concocted a plan.

We brewed polyjuice potion, and after the first task, we started taking turns being Harry. After telling everyone some story that dream-me was pulled out of school because of Harry getting chosen, so they wouldn't question my disappearance. And another weird thing about the polyjuice plan was that I could see through other people who were using the potion. So I knew that the Professor Moody at Hogwarts wasn't actually him. I couldn't tell what he was up to, just knew he wasn't the real Moody. But most of our plan was just to try and keep Harry safe. And as such, I got to do the second task, pretending to be Harry of course. Nobody saw through our plan, either, because we also had the Invisibility Cloak. When dream-me was Harry, the real Harry just hid under that.

Things changed, though, after that task. Harry wanted to actually to the last task himself, but I knew something bad was going to happen again. Trying to convince him to let me be him again didn't work, though, so instead I just followed him into the maze under the cloak. And used my own skills to help keep him safe, even as everything seemed set for him to get to the end. And when Cedric and him found the Cup, I instantly knew it was wrong. I couldn't do anything though, since Cedric was there and he didnt know I was. So I had to stay there in hiding as they got zoomed off to wherever the Portkey Cup was connected to. But once they disappeared, I ran out of the maze and found Ron and Hermione and told them what happened. Since I couldn't tell anyone else because everyone else thought I was back home being home-schooled.

Then I woke up, so I don't know what happened after that. Well, other than the fact I know the real story. But I wanted to know if dream-me would have changed anything, even though it's totally not possible. It was disappointing, though.

Grayson

ENTRY ONE



I was running. Running through the woods not far from my house, and it was early in the morning, before the sun woke up. As I went deeper into the forest, my pace slowed - more than it usually would; it felt as if my feet kept sticking to the trail, keeping me from going any faster. I was annoyed, and even angry at myself for not being able to run any faster, so I finally came to a halt to check out what the heck was going wrong.

I looked down at my shoes and they were covered in some thick, light brown substance. Yeah, I was baffled. It definitely wasn't mud. I leaned down to get a better look, almost falling in the process because of my sticky shoes, and as I got closer, my nostrils picked up on a familiar scent. It smelled yummy.. like... like.....

PEANUT BUTTER?!

......

What the heck? I tried hopping and hollering and essentially making a fool out of myself trying to get myself out of this mess. I couldn't even remove my sneakers because the peanut butter was now up to my ankles. As if matters couldn't get any worse, lo and behold, out from behind one of the trees came a HUGE - larger than any normal - bear. Yeah. Lions, tigers, and bears, OH MY. Forget Dorothy, at least she had magic, red pumps. That weren't ankle-deep in mega-stick peanut butter.

The bear came closer and closer, and sweat trickled down my neck, partly from the exercise, but now mainly from sudden fear. It got SO close that I was convinced this was the end of me. The bear opened his gigantic chomper and out came his tongue, ready to... *blink* Solve all my problems? It licked away at all the peanut butter at my feet as I stood, jaw on the ground.

I was free. FREE.

I stretched my legs up super high, feet way off the ground, just to revel in my freedom. Before I could even get another look at this amazing bear, a sharp pain hit my chin.


My knee collided with my chin and I woke up.

Dream Diary Entry One


Dear Diary,

I had a very scary dream, a nightmare really. Does that count in a Dream Journal? Anyway this is what happened.


I was in my bed, lying down. I sat up and opened my eyes. To my horror the Dormitory was on fire. It was also empty, except for myself. I quickly reached for my wand. "Aguamenti! Aguamenti!" I screamed again and again as jets of water shooted out of my wand. Luckily the water got rid of enough fire so I could could run from the Dormitory. When I got down to the Common Room which was still on fire) I heard someone ( a man) shouting "Incendio!" again and again. I turned to run away but when I turned around I saw Rowena Ravenclaw. Her long black hair and light skin dazzled me. "Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure" she said to me softly as she handed me her Diadem. "Run! Hide! Get away from here!" she said. Even though I had so many questions to ask I ran. As I ran I fell,I looked back I saw a flash of green light and Rowena falling to the ground. I wasn't able to make out the man that was coming towards me the last thing I saw was a flash of green light.

Luna L Star

ENTRY 1

Hello my diary!!

This is my first dream that I had on 27th of September 2073 after very long time. It goes like this...

I was on my broom practicing for Quidditch match. I happened to be a seeker. Suddenly my broom started vibrating in random directions as though it was being jinxed. I was about 50ft on top and about to loose my balance. Then again a weird thing happened that my broom moved forward with a lightning speed in the direction of forbidden forest.

I could not able to recognize anything and I was all alone in some darkness. Suddenly I saw the Dark Lord in a weird form. He was in a long black clock and his head has nothing except nostrils. He was snorting and it occurred to me that he was trying to talk to me. I begun to search for my wand.

I did not remember any spell at that time. How could I fight with the Dark Lord? Again it occurred to me that Dark Lord is no more and I saw Mr. Harry Potter and Professor Albus Dumbeldore. They were talking to themselves. I did not remember that I was still Hanging about my broom. Suddenly my broom moved towards the Quidditch pitch again. It was dark and nobody was there on the pitch. I lost my control and started to fell over. I fell and fell and fell somebody was calling out my name very hard "Alex"... the voice started becoming more clear as I fell and somebody touched my right shoulder. It was my friend Raine trying to wake me up.

And I got up............

Alexis Granger

Dear Syr,

How are you? I'm pretty good here although I still have a lot of homework to do. Okay let's get to the dream business.

Today was my eleven birthday. I was soooooooo happy. I finally turned eleven years old and I finally get my letter from Hogwarts that was the only thing I want for my birthday. I practically run towards the family parlor to greet my father and mother. In my way to the family parlor, I saw the garden was already decorated for my birthday party. I pushed the door to the family parlor and saw both of my parents already there. "Good morning, Father, Mother." I said smiling widely. They greeted me back. I took a seat next to my mother.

I was enjoying my morning tea with my parents when suddenly the door opened and I saw a blonde girl non other then my sister entered the room. She greeted both my parents and completly ignoring me. Well. Katherine always ignoring me there's no surprise there. "Happy Birthday dear sister." Katherine sudenly speak. "Thank you" I was shocked that she was speaking to me. Both my parents were back working their paper while I was waiting impatienly for my Hogwarts letter.

I was reading the Daily Prophet when an owl come and dropped a letter in my lap. I saw Hogwarts crest in the back of the amplop. I ripped the amplop and started reading the letter. It was saying that I wasn't registered in Hogwarts because they didn't find magical ability in me in another word I'm a SQUIB..!!Oh Merlin this isn't ahppening. I dropped the letter from my hand and Katherine took it "Squib??You are a Squib?I could't believe we have a Squib in our family father" she said smirking. It sound like she was happy I wasn't a witch. I turned my gaze to my father, I saw his face become harder "I couldn't deal with this now" he said leaving the parlour. Then I turned my gaze to my mother hoping that she'd still love me if I were a squib "I've a very important meeting. I've to go." she said putting all her things to her bags. "Oh and Freya I'd send you to your grandparents house for the moment." she said before leaving the parlour. NOOOOOOO..!!This couldn't be happening to me..!!I'm not a Squib. I noticed a tear coming out. I didn't prepare for this. My mind still shouting until I heard someone calling out my name. The voice become more clear and clear. I snapped my eyes opened and I looked around and saw my dorm mates was already getting ready to go to class. "Thank Merlin It was just a drem" I sighed

Dear Adam,

I dreamnt last night that I had gone to some concert. During this concert I became best friends with the guitarist, he showed me around the city and we had a blast. So I had the best suit on , I just needed some matching shoes. So I asked Kevin Wallingber - the guitarist -if he had any shoes that matched my shirt, and he did.I put them on and I giggled like a girl cause I was wearing the guitarists shoes.

Anyways, right before the concert even had the chance to begin, I had been accused of a robbery- which I never did. Some security guards took me to the center inside the arena . Kevin had heard about it somehow, and this is where it all started. He jumped through some windows and begin karate fighting these guards, I stood there in amazement. Then he zipped me out on some hook-like the one's batman uses .

Afterwards, I had to help him save this girl that had been kidnapped. And so I did, being his sidekick. An this girl, everytime I would speak her hair would turn pink right away. After a while I gave up on her and fought off the bad guys for Kevin as he disarmed a tank of water ready to explode. But this girl had a eery but beautiful glow to her, and she grabbed my hand and made me prince to her land- Korkihy...I ruled the land alongside her and Kevin...I don't know what this means but well I aspire to something bigger?

ENTRY TWO

December 2072

Dear Magnus,

This one is a little strange, although so was my last one. I must admit my unconscious is a weird thing.

I was at home, my muggle home, and it was very early in the morning. I wasn't even out of bed when there was a knock at the door. Usually my dad is up early so I expected him to get it, but when the person kept knocking and ringing the bell, I got out of bed - now awake. Trudging down the stairs I checked where the dog was, then opened the door a little. Through bleary eyes I saw the beaming face of some man who looked oddly familiar. I also heard a strange, loud, whirring noise.

He said to me "Are you ready to go?" I had no idea what he meant, and that is when he moved to the side and I saw a enormous helicopter at the end of our drive way. Apparently we, and some other people were off on a safari of sorts, and they'd come to pick me up. Being an animal lover this got me excited, and I rushed upstairs to get dressed and ran out and got into the chopper.

There were four people already in there, and we took off, flying above all the houses near me, before hitting open country. It was not long after we set off that I became aware of snakes slithering around on the floor. I screamed, thinking they were going to go for me, and that set one off. It lunged at my leg and bit it, before slithering off. I was crying and rubbing the wound, when the guy who had knocked on my door said they needed fuel, so would land at the next petrol station. Of course my in sleep brain told me that was strange, but I still put my hand up and called to say I needed help with my leg, and he told me he'd help when we landed.

The chopper was set down and filled with fuel, while my leg was bandaged up. I think it must have been a poisonous snake though, because I remember feeling faint, and falling to the ground. That was when I woke up.


Told you it was weird, Magnus. Ahh well, maybe next time a nice one, eh? We can but hope.

ENTRY TWO:

This one's even more strange than the last...

Okay, so somehow a few of my friends and I were all in the foyer of this huge old, historic mansion and the butler kept trying to usher us into the study, but it was weird because he kept calling us by names that weren't ours. Then it hit me. We were in CLUE! That muggle game, and I think it's even a film now. So yeah.. I'm pretty sure this was the who's who of it all: my friend Patrick was Mr. Green, Rhea was Mrs. Peacock, Savannah was Miss Scarlett, Ella was Mrs. White, and I was Colonel Mustard.... Professor Plum was a guy, though, so my friend Trixie was forced to wear a top hat, a fake mustache, and one of those single eyeglass things that people only use for one eye.

This next part is where things picked up a bit. We were all lounging about in the.. well, in the lounge. (None of us were even curious as to why we were at this place.) Miss Scarlett and Mrs. White started pelting spitballs at each other, and then this progressed to shouting matches, and eventually the two ladies were chasing each other about the house, trying to rip one anothers hair out. The rest of us joined in, though we were actually trying to break them up. But, noope. They had iron wills, quick feet, and they seemed to slither through our hands whenever one of us caught them.

Mr. Green and I were minding my own business in billiard room, trying to corner them both and talk some sense into them, when suddenly... all the lights in the house shut off! Then, I was accosted from behind! Some bloke had totally thwacked me to the ground and bound my hands and feet! Next thing I knew, I was being dragged along the floor (which smelled like lemon), and I soon realized that the attacker had also grabbed everyone else's feet along the way - all my friends had all been captured, too! At least the shouting was over, yeah? Heh. So.. there we were, being dragged around by some attacker man until he dropped us all off into the conservatory. He flicked on the lights and... it was the butler, standing there in all his scheming glory.

He looked like even more of a creeper, and we all started hollering and flopping and rolling around on the carpet, unable to do a single thing but complain. We were all convinced that we were dead meat.

The butler rushed over to me first, grabbing me by the collar and lifting his wand. This was it. I was gonna DIE.

But as he lifted his wand further, he... tore his face off? O_o

OH, OH! It was a mask.

And this was no butler...

..this was....

NANCY?!?!

My friend Nancy. In the flesh. Laughing her face off at us and telling us this was some sort of payback for the time we attacked her with lovely, green vegetation.

Yeah. It was CLUE all right.....

Nancy Hudonson.

In the Conservatory.

With the butler mask.

Entry 1:
October 19th, 2072.

I’m not naming you. Please understand that. Naming you makes you this personal thing, and you’re not. You’re an assignment. Not even my diary has a name. So… yeah.

I dislike dreams, I had a few tonight. And I remember one of them more than I can anything else, ever in my life.

It was Adam.

We were just sitting there, by the lake, like we do every couple of weeks, and for a moment I caught him looking over at Raven Freakin’ Athlon again. So I tell him that if he wants her, then he should just get up and leave me right then. Of course, I didn’t actually expect him to do it, did I? But he did, and all of a sudden the view of my dream changed, and it was like I was another person there, I could see everything I did, every tear that fell, and every shout after him, I heard.

But he did it. He got up, took the flowers out of my arms, and muttered a loose goodbye before heading over to her.

Talk about depressing.

As soon as he got to her, I stopped crying, and just frowned, watching them as she smiled her crappy smile, and placed her arms around him. Bloody cow. And then everything slows down, and she’s saying something loud enough for Dream!Me to hear, and I do… I got that from the fact I picked up the nearest rock and hurled it in her direction.

… Then it ends. Or so, that portion of my dream does. Next thing I’m sitting outside Tate’s office with Cam next to me, and she’s repeating over and over again, that I promised her I wouldn’t go. And that I’d let her down, and you can clearly see the disappointment in her face. I’ve actually never seen that look before, not even from Alicia and Jake. Then she just gets up, and walks away … linking one arm with Trixie, and another with Raven, who’s holding MY boyfriend’s hand.

… then Tate comes out, frowns in my direction and says two words.

“Goodbye Lorelai.”

… then I wake up.

Entry 2:
December 25th, 2072.

See, you still have no name. Happy Christmas.

I keep having this one dream, over and over again. It’s even there now when I just close my eyes. And I’ve been having it since the 13th, since my birthday.

It’s in the future, I can see that, ‘cos me and Adam are in that house in Somerset. The one I really really liked. And we’re arguing over something. Probably glitter, at the amount he’s frowning at me. And then almost like in a film, my dream zooms out, and you can see exactly where we’re standing. In a nursery. And by heck am I fat. I’m telling you now, I wouldn’t have eaten myself that big, so I’ve either got a disease that turns me into a balloon, or I’m pregnant.

I frown, again, as two children run into the room, and start pestering Adam, before I just leave the room.

“Daddy”, that’s what they’d called him.

I don’t appreciate my boyfriend being called daddy, considering as I walked downstairs there were decorations for a 19th birthday. Obviously mine, because they were pink. Which also makes it that I’d only been out of school for a few months. So if you can get pregnant and give birth the next day, that is the only way this dream was going to make sense, which I could completely see as sitting in my living room was Sarah and Camelot.

Then on another couch was Oliver. And Tyler. Then Donnie was sitting inbetween the two girls. Then in unison, they all just frowned at me. They frowned, and each ot them started talking.

“You’re a let down, Glitter.”
“Lor-Loo, I don’t wanna be your brother no more.”
“Lor? Really. A third?”
“Shoe!Girl, my girlfriend is not being your best friend.”

And then….

“Lolly, I’m disappointed.”

Now that last one is the bit that ends it every time, and I wake up crying, only to have to go and find Camelot. I hate her being disappointed.

Entry 3:
February 26th, 2073

I never usually spend time with Oliver, so you know… it’s weird to find myself dreaming of him.

We’re sitting at that fountain again, and I’ve got my head on his shoulder. It’s almost like I’m reliving that moment again, but this time, when I ask him if there’s ‘something wrong with me’, and why people were leaving me, he shrugs me off his shoulder, and laughs.

“Of course there is, Lori. I mean… look at you, you’re an unstable mess, and you’ve got no heart. That’s why you’ve got no friends.” It sounds like something he would of said, and for a moment I actually did believe it wasn’t a dream when I thought about it after waking up. But… then his hair turned red and he changed into Gold.

And Olly!Gold says to me: “I left, because you’re a possessive person, and you have no idea what it is to share friends. Look at what you did to Brody. You guys stopped talking, because you couldn’t share.”

Then Dream!Me blinks away a few tears, only to find Brody infront of her, and her frowning before speaking. “You just can’t get over things. You’re Lorelai Bristol, the overdramatic whiner, that really needs to just shut her face, and think about other people. “Oh my birth mother is so mean, she gave me away. Waaa waaa waa.” Shut up! The rest of us have problems.”

Then as I go to get up, everyone’s there. Everyone who’s ever left me, everyone who’s ever wanted to leave me. Including Camelot and Adam. They’re all just there. And the only way out is IN the fountain. So I jump.

… Wet. Cold. I wake up shaking, again.

Assignment complete,

Dear Mad-Eye,

Okay, I can honestly say I have no idea where my mind has been lately, because I knew exactly where the idea for my last dream I wrote about came from. But I have no idea where this one came from. It happened a few days ago, but since I remember it I figured I'd write about it. Honestly, I'm not stupid enough to deny that sometimes I might have needed to escape from things, but dreaming about it is kind of weird. Actually, it's a lot weird, and especially because I didn't know what I was running from.

To be honest, I don't even know where I was in the dream. It definitely wasn't Hogwarts, and I didn't recognize it at all. But I was at a building. I guess it was some sort of school, or hospital, or I have no idea what, other than it had a lot of corridors with cloets and rooms along them. As the dream started out, it seemed like I'd done something, which had made some guys angry. Scary guys, too, but Muggles. Either way, I was looking for somewhere to hide and I started off by running down those corridors. Trying to hide in cabinets, empty rooms, even a freezer. Nothing worked, though, so I kept running.

Eventually I ended up outside, and running toward a mountain, or cliffs, or something. I still didn't know where I was, but I climbed up onto the mountain a little and started looking for places to hide up there. There were paths and stuff, but obviosuly I couldn't hide too close to those. The guys could come up there and they'd be able to find me easily. Instead, I started looking for crevices and stuff like that, scrunching myself up to try and squeeze into them. I hid by a tiny cave at one point, and people actually walked past. I was terrified they'd see me, but they didn't. I was still safe, but I still moved to another rocky area anyway. Where, a few seconds later, a girl found me and suddenly was saying that they'd been looking for me for ages. and were worried I'd run away or been kidnapped or something, like the guys I was hiding from didn't exist at all. Either way, I sort of had to stop hiding, and then I woke up. It was all really weird and I still can't figure it out. Oh well.

Grayson

ooc: I adapted this to work for the RP and my character, but this is actually a real dream I had like a week ago. O.o And I truly have no idea where it came from.

Entry 3: Final entry

Dear Diary,

Last night I had the most strangest dream. As I was walking down my street back home, I had come across something strange in the ground. It was snowing out, and a thick blanket of snow covered the ground. I bent down, and saw that it was silver. I pulled off my glove, and touched it. It had a metal feel, but then soon after it turned to a jello-y state. It then started to eat all the snow, so there was nothing but a blank, black space. As I saw waht was happening, i started runnign away. But the blackness came over me, and I fell. But I didn't wake up. It wasn't a long drop. But when I landed on my feet, all i could see was blackness. Then a light, to my left, appeared. As the light got closer, it turned into a dragon. It flew past me, and flew upwards, leaving me in the dark. Then I woke up.

I had a dream that I was back in the maze from when I was a first year. Anya and I had decided to go into the maze one evening. Neither of us had been in there before and we thought it might be a lot of fun. So upon entering we started walking down the pathways. After about an hour we found we couldn’t find our way out! Calling out to people in the maze that we could hear, but couldn’t see we made ourselves nearly hoarse.

Once again in the dream the next morning Anya and I were terrified after spending the entire night in the maze. Anya being the smart Ravenclaw she was decided to attract some attention. She lit one of the cornstalks on fire! This time though the fire didn’t stop, it kept burning, stalk after stalk down the row. She tried the aguamenti charm over and over again but it didn’t put it out!

I could hear yelling in the dream, but the yelling even sounded faint. No matter how long they waited the fire kept spreading, and no one came to their rescue. The aguamenti charm not working, he felt helpless. He could hear many voices, but not one was close or nearby. Horrified Anya and he look at each other.

At that point I awoke.

Recently I had a dream that I was floating on a cloud flying over masses of land and water. Looking over the side of the cloud I saw little tiny people running around on the ground and ships on the water. The people on the ground and on the water were calling to me. However, I couldn’t hear or understand what they were saying. I remember in the dream, I kept fighting to hear them better.

The next scene I was on the ground, around me mountains rose high on either side. Each way I turned the sides were steeper then the last. There seemed to be no way out. Nearby there was a stream, but the stream seemed to be flowing up the side of the mountain, not down. At that moment I wished someone was there with me, so I wouldn’t be alone.

Fighting to regain consciousness, I struggled unable to. The dream seemed so real, almost as if I could touch it if I reached out. The more I fought for consciousness the deeper into the dream I seemed to fall. Shouting out for help was hopeless, because all I heard when I did so was the echo of my voice echoing off the sides of the mountains. At the point of myself giving up I finally awoke.

Dear Diary,

I remember this dream vividly. I was walking by the Lake, a full moon was glowing in the sky. Nobody was around. Out of nowhere I heard a sound. I looked around. Still, no-one was there. I looked up. A pale-skinned person was on a branch above me. It's eyes were gleaming red. I recognised this creature immediately and it didn't look like a vegetarian. I started to run. I ran and ran but I was getting nowhere. I as still at the Lake. I could feel the vampire's breath on my neck. Without thinking I jumped into the Lake. I can swim. I tried to swim but my arms and legs weren't moving. It was like I was under the Body-Binding Hex. I was falling under water. The last thing I saw was a pair of red eyes coming towards me.

Luna

Dear Mad-Eye,

I think I'm going to really miss you after this project is done. Or maybe I'll just have to find another journal to continue telling you my dreams in. Either way, I guess I have a decision to make. Or something, all I know is my dreams are getting weirder. And even more confusing, as once again I have no idea where my latest dream came from. My subconscious is crazy, apparently.

Anyway, the dream started in Hogwarts, like it was any normal day here. Classes, running around the castle, everything I normally do. Draco was even there. (My ferret, if you didn't already know that.) I was me, and everything going on around me seemed like any day I would experience in real life. Until it got weird. It didn't start out weird, just sort of ended up that way. I ended up talking to Jimmy and Salander about something, pretty much the normal stuff we talk about. (I don't want to get into details as I know the professor might read this and that would break silence rules.) Things were the normal kind of silly fun, maybe a few moments of confusingness, like happened once when I was talking to them actually.

But then I felt like someone was watching me, and I turned to see Demarcus's cat, Bubbles. First off, that's scary by itself, as his kitty farts a lot and seems to have a weird urge to attach herself to me any time she sees me. But this seemed even weirder than that, as the kitty was looking at me like I was doing something wrong. I knew I wasn't, so as she stayed a distance away from me I went back to my conversation. Things continued for a minute or something, then I heard a weird popping sound behind me. The boys didn't even seem like they'd noticed, but it made me turn around again.

Only to see that somehow Bubbles had transformed into my best friend. That kind of scared me right there, even though it sort of makes sense as she is his kitty. But things were definitely not normal here. Jimmy and Salander were still talking, continuing the conversation behind me, but I couldn't look away from Demarcus. He looked odd, like he thought I'd betrayed him or something. Like I was hurting him. Which never happens with him, since we're always just silly with each other, getting into fun situations. Finally, I managed to turn back to my conversation, as I heard my name called, but I was distracted again as I heard a noise like something had broken behind me. But when I looked back nothing was there. Nothing broken, no Bubbles and no Demarcus. And then I woke up. Honestly kind of worried now, but I still don't think I'm doing anything wrong.

Grayson

Entry one
Alright.... Uh, am I supposed to talk in here? Like... This book is a person? Cause I didn't think of a name before hand.... And I don't want to call this thing Dear.

To you, Dream Diary... This is how I do it.

I has a dream the other night.. It was not like the one I have most nights. I was in some sort of alleyway, probably one I've been in before. Out of the darkness Xylon comes out. He's holding a purple lily, the ones we used to talk about. Around him were snowflakes though it wasn't snowing anywhere else. When I tried to walk to him, it was like there was an invisible wall, and I couldn't touch him. He just looked at me and smiled, not the usual smirk either, he smiled. Then out of the darkness again came Fletcher, he held a bottle of firewhiskey in his hands. Around him were falling leaves like there were when we were in the pumpkin patch. Fletcher too was smiling, and he too, had an invisible wall. I couldn't reach either of them but they were on either side of me. They stood in the light, surrounded by protection while I was in the dark alley and I could hear creatures lurking.

After this I woke up... I don't know what any of this meant.. But I don't want another dream like this.


Entry Two

To you again, Dream Diary.

Alright, So It seems like everyone gets humorous or weird dreams... Why can't that be me?

Last night I had this dream that the term had finally ended and Evelyn and I were on the train home. We found our way to the middle of nowhere, where our house happens to be. We worked all last summer on fixing the stupid thing and it still wasn't done, So in my dream we fixed it ALL up over the summer. There was still two weeks left we got to relax with no manual labor required. I walked outside to get a better look at our newly finished house.... As soon as I walked outside, it crashed... Everything collapsed, THE WHOLE HOUSE!!!
What was I supposed to do then? Evelyn got mad at me, she said it was all my fault, then she walked away to live with Destiny.

Worse off... I was homeless again....

Entry One

Entry 3


Dear Diary,

This is sort of a weird dream. But anyway, let's get to the point. I was sitting at home. Having breakfast. It was just a normal day. But hen a tawny owl swooped down from the sky and onto the table. It dropped a letter in fornt of me and flew off. I picked the letter up and read it. It said

Dear Miss Star,
You have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

No-one had signed it, but I still believed it. But why was I being expelled? Luckily, I woke up just before my parents found out about it!


Luna

ENTRY THREE

So, I woke up. Mind you, in reality I was actually asleep, though the oddities and intricacies of my mind had convinced me that I had just woken from a nice, deep slumber. My eyelids were still heavy with drowsiness as I slumped out out of my bed and walked into the bathroom for a shower. I turned on the water, steam filling the small room. All routine, so far. Normal, right?

Hah. That was when I noticed something fishy.

When I went to pull off my shirt, I stopped dead in my tracks. My arms... they were...... really tan. Really, really tan. Actually, more like chocolate. Extremely perplexed, I leaned my head forward and brought my forearm to my mouth, and - yes - I bit my arm to actually taste whether or not I was now made out of chocolate. But, nope. All flesh. After my weird little chomp session, I ran my tongue over my teeth, realizing that there was something different about those too.

That's it. I needed to see myself in the mirror. I reached across the sink to the foggy glass and wiped away. When I brought my hand back, I literally gave a scream of shock.

I had dreadlocks. I had grills on my teeth and tattooed teardrops from my eyes. My skin was that of an African American and my eyes were now brown.

I was.. I was...

Lil Wayne!

I grinned at my reflection, then realized how un-tough that looked, so I quickly cleared my throat, eliminated the smile and folded my arms like a cool kid.

A really loud shout echoed into my ears, lyrics to my favorite Lil Wayne song.. "Once you go Wayne, everybody else is whack." But, wait..? Did that mean I'd never get to go back to being Aiden?

Just as the worry was about to hit me, something else beat it to it. That is, the door to the bathroom swung open, hitting my head and knocking me out cold. Apparently, I'm guessing.

'Cause that's when I woke up. FOR REALZ.