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decided to go get my hair cut from the lady my
mother and I usually go to. I didn't have an
appointment, but that was okay... she'd still see
me as soon as she finished. The owner of the
costume shop I work at came in with a bunch of
juvenile delinquents [all about 10-16 years old]
to get their hair cut. I kept waiting but
overheard that they had appointments and, as the
waiting room seemed to keep filling with loud,
annoying kids... I decided to leave. That dream overlapped into :
I was in a huge multi-story
building. Sometimes it seemed 3 stories, then it
would seem more like 5 or 6... but somewhere
around there. The lights were very dim and it
seemed like it was a dorm of sorts... but it
looked more like a downtown office building.
Someone was chasing me but I never saw them. The
hallways, elevators, and stairs kept jumbling
together and I'd run up stairs and through inside
windows only to find myself back downstairs
trying to get to an elevator or something.
Sometimes there were one or two people running
with me, but they'd fade in and out of the dream
as it progressed.
That dream overlapped into :
I was in an industrial Harry
Potteresque room... there was one large factory
room, with faint touches of medieval decorations,
etc. The room was filled with machine lines and
metal cogs and tools. I remember seeing Snape
sitting at a long table off to the left keeping
an eye on me. Suddenly, a "bad guy" was
there and started up one of the assembly lines. A
bunch of different sized metal cogs exited a
machine and started toward me on a conveyor
belt... but there was no way I'd be able to
assemble all of them together fast enough. I
called out for him to shut off the machine... I
wasn't ready... but he just smiled.
Dream knowledge told me
something bad would happen if they hit the floor.
Another part of this dream was that no one was
supposed to know I possessed any power but, as
the cogs approached me, I knew I had to do
something. I raised my hands, yelled something,
and all the cogs rose off the conveyor belt and
into the air. As I controlled them from below,
they started fitting themselves together to
make...
...and I awoke to a cold, wet
dog nose on my shoulder. There are worse things
to wake up to, no?
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