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.

Aiko was in the States with her family, and I was driving around in a car with them. I believe we were going to some sort of Sweet 16 together for someone I didn’t know. I have a plain, silky black skirt that Aiko decided she wanted to borrow from me for some reason, but we were still trying to figure out how we were going to dress. Aiko had a huge suitcase full of clothing, plus a couple more bags. I even had a massive wardrobe of things to wear, none of which I actually own in real life. We were looking through our clothing, discussing what to wear to the event, meanwhile discussing different outfits we could wear and do photo shoots in. Aiko’s father commented that she easily had the most luggage, and that initially had even more but he made her leave some behind. He even said that the people at the airport were shocked by the amount of clothing she had brought. I was sympathizing with her in my head. She had so much awesome clothing, and she probably just wanted to bring as much of it as she could so she would have more opportunities when it came to working with other photographers and models!

We were in the Hamptons, and parked outside of a restaurant with a very high ceiling. There were tall pillars out front with peeling paint, and inside was old looking wood with tons of ancient decorations all over the walls. The restaurant was completely packed. We got out of the car and I told Aiko’s dad I recognized where we were. Indeed, this was a version of the Hamptons from a previous dream and that dream began trying to bleed into this one. I was sure if I ran around behind the building I would find a beach filled with so many people it was difficult to move, and behind the restaurant would be a porch that was lead to by an extreme stairway, the beach much lower down than the building. I had a feeling of panic and discomfort, recalling the events of the regular dream. I wanted to stay closer to the street and the buildings..

I woke up.

Now, think Pokemon. think Misty and Ash and Team Rocket are running around your school. They aren’t competing with Pokemon, but they’re having a contest of some sort. Team Rocket loses, like usual. Think that you’re sitting in the hallway just before the stairway that leads downstairs to the locker rooms. You’re sitting there with Misty, Ash, Jesse, and James. A boy from real life, John, comes over and starts taunting the Poke*people. James and Jesse get mad and start chasing them. You join, laughing your head off. You reach the glass doors in between lockers and stop. There are girl talking and laughing. Suddenly you’re in 3rd grade again, and you sit down quietly, wanting to be involved and friends with these girls. Your clothes suddenly change to a pair of bell bottums and some sort of trendy logo plastered shirt. Misty comes over and starts talking too. Two of the girls ask Misty to join their “team”. Misty agrees and runs off with the three. The other two smile at you sweetly, and tell you to come on. They’re the kind of girls who are nice enough to be friendly with you, and popular enough not to get jumped for being with you. You go to the hallway that leads to the auditorium and the door that lead out of the school. But the doors, instead of leading to a parking lot, lead to a beach. And this is when everything gets detailed for me,

I’m on a concrete cliff that overlooks the beach. It’s windy, but the wind isn’t cold. There are people in the usual skimpy swimwear playing in the water. My parents are below, and one of the girls you’re with scurries down and grabs my sketch book and brings it back. My artwork is very good, and resembles that of Anya Schwartz. I idolize her greatly, she’s one of my favorite artists. And since my art looks like hers I’m obviously estatic. So I cling to my sketch book fo dear life. There’s some sort of competition going on between my team and the other. But I need a bathing suit. My two friends run off to find me something that won’t make me cry because of the amount of my skin visable. The wind is getting very strong, and the booie (I have no idea how to spell that. Just say it like boo-ie) that’s keeping people from swimming out to far is drifting further and further away from shore. I get smart and tie the booie around one of the poles on the concrete ledge so it won’t drift away too far. Then the girls come over and start making fun of me. I’ve thrown my sketch book to the ground when I’m tying the booie up, and they’re making grabs at it. Now even though my art looks like Anya’s, I still don’t want people seeing it and making fun of me, because they’ll do that, regardless of the quality. Either that or they’ll get jealous and ruin it. That happened to me many times in my childhood. People would tear up the little stories I wrote. So I was freaking out, and then the wind got *very* strong. It blew the ledge away from the sand, so that it was barely attached. I’m afriad of hieghts, so I was freaking out, and clinging to the rope for dear life. The girls were scurring about like spider monkies, no doubt in their minds that the would fall. Holding out my sketch book to me, but just out of reach. Then the cliff completely breaks away. The girl with my sketch book looses her balence and leans forward and I grab my sketch book and hang on tight. She looks disgusted and lets go, landing agily on her feet. I’m still clinging to the rope, clutching my sketchbook in fear it’ll blow away. My friends come back and help me get enough confidence to slide down. And that’s all I can remember