There were actually three segments to this dream that I remembered initially, but I’ve already forgotten the first part.

The second part took place in my parents’ house in a room that hasn’t been my dad’s stereo room for years, but in this dream all of his stereo equipment was still there. This room, for some reason, was Hogwarts. I don’t really understand what it was about my dad’s stereo room that made it Hogwarts, but it was. I was a fourth year witch (writing that sentence makes me feel so dirty). We were all sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags. A couple of the older year wizards (ugh) were “bad”, I guess they were Death Eaters? Either way, one boy in particular was trying to cause trouble, and I was doing my best to fight him despite being not nearly as skilled as he was. I can kind of remember rolling around on the floor tousling with him, trying to stop him. I can remember looking up at someone as they ran up the stair case..

The next part of the dream I was on the beach. The shore was a very steep hill, and I was watching a boy try to teach a girl to surf. Part of the training was that he had wet a sort of ramp on the hill, and she had to stand on her surf board and slide down the hill into the water. She wasn’t very good at this, and was constantly falling. I decided I wanted to give it a shot, and was able to get all the way to the water before I fell. The second I fell, a huge wave came up. I braced myself, positive the wave would result in me losing my surf board but surprisingly I didn’t. I picked myself and the board up out of the water, and made my way back to the hill to try again. I couldn’t climb back up the hill though! For some reason I was too weak to make it up, so I began using the fin in my surfboard to dig into the wet sand and pull myself up.

I woke up.