Friday, January 09, 2009

Dreams Episode 28

Day of dream: last night

Setting: A castle-cottage hybrid

This story may seem a little weird, with Harry Potter characters, and Pusing Daisies twist. The story, as usual, may not make sense at all... I'd admit, it is weird.

I glanced at the walls, and wonder if they only appeared grey and brownish because I am dreaming. The empty vault reflected how cold it would be if it weren't for the layers of Harry Potter robes I was wearing. I was wearing Harry Potter black robes, completed with a crest! They did make me feel fatter. But most importantly, they make me feel like Harry Potter. Was I him? Who exactly am I. Wait I see a boy with silver hair. I guess that must me Malfoy. There seemed to be an arguement. I can't quite remember what it was about now...

Malfoy stormed out. I could see him from the outside. He was furious. Turning to the list of plaque with the long list of principles' names engraved in wooden plates throughout history, he tore some of them out, and ran off. The people in the office came after him, and realized the missing plates from the plaque. Malfoy was terrified. (Suddenly I was in front of him) I urged him to discard the plates. He threw some of the window, but kept some in hope of who-knows-what. We continued running, and the threw the plates into a corner, the corner with two doors that lead to my room and Ron's room respectively. The plates *magically* stuck themselves to Ron's door, like metal to magnet.

Those people with authority caught up, and intended to find out who took the plates from the plaque. They found them on Ron's room, and insisted that Ron was the culprit. I was devasted, wanting to tell the truth, yet I promised Malfoy to keep my mouth shut. I tried to buy time. Pacing forward and backward... Trying to dissuade them into believing that Ron is behind the missing plates.

Those people with authority were discussing, and seems to think that a dead person who came back walking, also known as the un-dead, might be behind this. It was true that an un-dead was around, and at that moment, they were trying to figure out who that might be. I stared out of the window that leads to a beautiful garden, thinking hard. Then something caught my eye. A young lady in a retro dress (the kind of nice dresses that you'll find in Pushing Daisies) was rinsing herself hard at the tap. I turned around and said, "Look that woman there is rinsing herself so hard, and why would that be? Perhaps she was trying to rinse off her decaying smell so that bugs and worms would not feed on her. She is the one you're looking for!"