The other day, I had a dream that I was Harry Potter... again. Last time I did fly on a broomstick, but this time I didn't. It was one of those dreams where I make a big step and jump and I float real high, and if I jump high enough I fly.
So I wasn't Harry Potter yet. I was in that area behind Harmon McDonald's again (oh no...a recurring place!) and there was a huge skate crew infesting the entire area. They built a skate park there and was throwing sharp somethings (I forgot what) at whoever wasn't a "skater". So I kept dodging and evading the massive attacks and eventually I gained my floaty powers and shot off into the sky.
All was good. The sky was blue. I was high enough to not see the ground or at least not to care. (This is a recurring theme in my dreams, where I am in the sky nearing space. Once it was at dusk time and I distinctly remember feeling like Peter Pan...)
THEN
SUDDENLY
an intensely huge flock of black birds fly at me like a tornado. It's the evil enemy! Now I'm Harry Potter. I try to escape. They almost entangle me. I reach the ground surprisingly fast. Everything in dreams are surprisingly fast.
I reach a container (another recurring thing these past few days) and the flocks flew in and formed a hideous demon death child. I couldn't stand looking at it for another second and anyway, I didn't want to stick around for them to catch me, so I split.
SUDDENLY
I was in a bunker, or a boat, or some sort of secret hideout with dim flourescent yellow lighting and white washed rooms. I did see Hermoine. For some reason, I dreamt that I was in the 7th Movie (and not the book, how weird) and yet I didn't think it was fiction at all. Then I thought, hah, I get to see the ending before everyone else, which is absolutely weird because I'm Harry Potter, and supposedly this isn't a fake movie.
This was a hiding dream, once again. I was constantly hiding, or hiding someone else. The enemy (for some reason, they were Nazis, or Russian Communists) was on "the ship" looking for us. It felt so incredibly real. There were a lot of real details. I was hiding in a "hallway" which was actually a tiny room with doors at either end and one of the ship's crewmen was sitting there calmly, carving potatoes or something.
But weird, it was like we knew the enemy couldn't find me, as long as I kept my head down, so everything was surprisingly calm.
But even weirder, even though I was Harry Potter, I was still Sabrina San Agustin, so I felt calm and anxiousness at the exact same time without them cancelling each other out or being confused between the emotions. WEIRD so so so freakly...
and I hid in a locker, and I wasn't Harry Potter anymore, I was just someone, and Hermoine was outside the lockers. "Just be really quiet and don't show your face." So I got all raggedy and my hair was in my face and all that, and just by thinking I was what I needed to be without DOING anything. So some Communist/Nazi was passing by inspecting, and interrogated Hermoine, opening each locker. "Nope, just another slave woman like in the other lockers."
There was more detail, but this was a couple of days ago.
And a couple of people were getting in a little row about whether Harry Potter is good or bad. I don't know. Like anything else, there are risks. But I think there is time better spent than reading those books, and although are really engaging aren't really that great anyway.
People like to compare it to Tolkien or Lewis. Just because it's fantasy genre about good vs. evil directed to kids doesn't mean they are alike. Because Potter isn't comparable to those literary giants. Rowling may have succeeded in making a huge giant franchise, interesting plot twists, a nice sum of dough for herself and her family, and a bunch of crazed teenage fangirls, but I doubt she really made a place for thinking and writing the way those two did, who wrote about other things like religion, philosophies, etc.
Also, wherein Tolkien and Lewis are intended to be Christian allegory or "myths" the Rowling world is not. I could write a whoollllllle EN111 paper on it. ohhh yeah. Actually, someone could do it a lot better, and they did, because I came across it many moons ago when I did write about it for EN111 pleading the exact opposite case. I had a hard time trying to support my case without leaving stuffs out if you know what I meansssss.
anyway, talkative.
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