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ashinaeSorry for the melodrama of the last post. I have felt like absolute shit today, physically, emotionally, mentally, and that is just so not how I wanted to welcome a new year. Of course, the lovely ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rahalia_cat is as always my absolute ray of sunshine, and she did remind me to check my biorhythms, and they're not so yay (enter in 28 March, 1982 just to see for yerself!).
Anyway, now that I have another four and a bit hours under my belt, I thought I'd post about the dream I now remember having last night.
Either I remember just enough to drive myself crazy trying to remember the dream (ie, there was a beaver! and I was at the mall! and that's it) or it's like this huge movie and I can even remember bits of the dialogue. It's either virtually complete, or just wee flashes. And this one? A doozy.
Anywhoo, in this dream I was your typical, pureblood English witch, going to Hogwarts, and in Slytherin. Let me just note, for the record, that I am so a Huffleclaw. Or a Ravenpuff. I can sometimes get myself sorted into Gryffindor, but really, I'm a HuffleRavenPuffClaw. Go flying badgers!
Okay. So. I remember there being some rather bizarre mixture of my own hometown, and my own high school, mixed in with the Hogwarts/Hogsmeade environment, as dreams do seem to do. Also, apparently,sara_elf was my mother! Weird. I was dating Blaise Zabini (omg whyyy, I'd rather date Cedric. Or the twins (yes, at the same time, heh), but I didn't really want to. And everywhere I went, I kept seeing Lucius Malfoy (omg the hotness that is Teh Jason Isaacs). And he was rather surprisingly friendly with me. Eventually, he made some intimations to me that he wanted me to date his son, because, whee, wouldn't it be nice not to inbreed? But woe! Draco/Pansy OTP! And, really, I wanted Lucius! Apparently I'm Lolita, too.
So, in my Slytherin ways, I manage to spread enough rumours and talk and gossip and all that to have Draco and Pansy make a spectacular break-up scene in the Slytherin common room. I ingratiate myself into Draco's life (talking about Quidditch, and at least I'm not on the bloody team, thankyouverymuch) and helping him with his schoolwork in subtle and crafty ways, and then promptly dump Blaise when Draco decides he wants me to be hismoll girlfriend.
*deep breath* Right, so we're in, like, O.C.-ville, is my best guess, and it's only a guess because I don't watch The O.C. And I'm being Dwaco's Puhfect Wittle Giwlfwiend and all that.
Except that, the next thing I know, I'm banging his dad.
THE freaking END.
My brain needs help. I mean, considering, I am so not even remotely a Slytherin, nor do I care one whit for Draco, and don't find Tom Felton attractive? Oy.
rahalia_cat is as always my absolute ray of sunshine, and she did remind me to check my biorhythms, and they're not so yay (enter in 28 March, 1982 just to see for yerself!).Anyway, now that I have another four and a bit hours under my belt, I thought I'd post about the dream I now remember having last night.
Either I remember just enough to drive myself crazy trying to remember the dream (ie, there was a beaver! and I was at the mall! and that's it) or it's like this huge movie and I can even remember bits of the dialogue. It's either virtually complete, or just wee flashes. And this one? A doozy.
Anywhoo, in this dream I was your typical, pureblood English witch, going to Hogwarts, and in Slytherin. Let me just note, for the record, that I am so a Huffleclaw. Or a Ravenpuff. I can sometimes get myself sorted into Gryffindor, but really, I'm a HuffleRavenPuffClaw. Go flying badgers!
Okay. So. I remember there being some rather bizarre mixture of my own hometown, and my own high school, mixed in with the Hogwarts/Hogsmeade environment, as dreams do seem to do. Also, apparently,
sara_elf was my mother! Weird. I was dating Blaise Zabini (omg whyyy, I'd rather date Cedric. Or the twins (yes, at the same time, heh), but I didn't really want to. And everywhere I went, I kept seeing Lucius Malfoy (omg the hotness that is Teh Jason Isaacs). And he was rather surprisingly friendly with me. Eventually, he made some intimations to me that he wanted me to date his son, because, whee, wouldn't it be nice not to inbreed? But woe! Draco/Pansy OTP! And, really, I wanted Lucius! Apparently I'm Lolita, too. So, in my Slytherin ways, I manage to spread enough rumours and talk and gossip and all that to have Draco and Pansy make a spectacular break-up scene in the Slytherin common room. I ingratiate myself into Draco's life (talking about Quidditch, and at least I'm not on the bloody team, thankyouverymuch) and helping him with his schoolwork in subtle and crafty ways, and then promptly dump Blaise when Draco decides he wants me to be his
*deep breath* Right, so we're in, like, O.C.-ville, is my best guess, and it's only a guess because I don't watch The O.C. And I'm being Dwaco's Puhfect Wittle Giwlfwiend and all that.
Except that, the next thing I know, I'm banging his dad.
THE freaking END.
My brain needs help. I mean, considering, I am so not even remotely a Slytherin, nor do I care one whit for Draco, and don't find Tom Felton attractive? Oy.
