wtf mate?
oh my god, most fucked up dream ever. i have to write this down, because im already forgetting it.

it was like a movie.

i was at emma watson's house, and we were eating dinner or something. then tom felton (as draco malfoy) had wrote a book about quidditch or some nonsense.

and after dinner (?) we all had to go in emma's room, but somehow my head identified it as ginny's room. anyways, i couldnt find it at first, and i only found it because there was light coming from the crack of the door.

there are other people besides me in there, but i dont remember who they are. but, there is someone in her bed, and everyone (which has narrowed down to two people, wtf) and this kid jared is under the covers once someone pulls them off.

and he's lying in the bed, but it's way too small for him. the footboard for the bed is against the wall, but his feet somehow manage to slip between the space between the wall and footboard to get under the bed. almost like his feet were made of paper.

and we go "what are you doing in here, we're supposed to be doing something." (i dont remember what we were supposed to be doing.)

and he mumbles, because he's half asleep, and says "hermione said i could."

then i somehow end up in this gigantic parking structure. just one floor of it. and i dont know what to do, but something tells me i have to crash into something.then a little red car goes by and i "lock on" to it. because now it feels like there is a ps2 controller in my hand. there really isnt. but still, i lock on using the R1 key which is totally wrong.

as i locked on, a little yellow "1" appeared on the side of the car, and i thought it was too small of a number. so i really quickly locked on to another car which was going fast and i tried driving into it, because i somehow am a car, but also myself. its confusing just thinking about it.

i could never crash a car and i was getting frustrated. and then there are no more cars driving around, but james marsters kind of walks in between the parked cars, with his signature black duster, his platinum hair, and a cigarette in one hand. he stopped by me and told me something, then took a drag of his cigarette. i dont remember what he told me.

i end up in the back of this van with two other children. and there is a small bird-cage like cage that is black and is seperated into four different parts from a seperator inside. and i know that there is a red, a blue, a green, and a yellow fairy inside.

let me say: what. the. fuck.

moving on. one of the children is a little girl and she is really scared, so to make herself feel better, she says out loud that she doesnt believe in magic.

and i look at her sadly and say "you know, everytime you saw that, a fairy dies." i hold up the cage, and the green fairy is lying on her side. i think in my head 'poor earth fairy.'

then i am observing the front of the van (it is white, by the way). but it's in motion, so its kind of like watching a movie. cut to the inside of the van, and sarah michelle gellar is in the passenger seat. smoke is coming from the back of the fan and somehow filtering into the front.

she says "what's that smoke from?"

and michelle trachtenberg, who is behind her says "i dont think you should worry about it."

that's all i remember.

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