Disturbing Dreams
Jul. 5th, 2004 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vollmusI had a dream last night that the sixth Harry Potter book was coming out. Now, for the past two books, I've waited in line at Border's long before eleven, let alone midnight, but in my dream I didn't go buy the book until the morning.
I was completely uninterested in it. I read a chapter or two and then put it down to make a doll or something on my computer. I think I might even have read a bit of fanfiction before I went back to the real deal. It took me a couple days to read the whole thing, which was a bit larger than PoA.
How sad is that? I read OotP in eleven hours with no breaks. I read that thing as I sipped caffeinated Pepsi to relieve my slight headache and while I munched on the food my mom made for me so I wouldn't burn myself while making my own. I cried when our favorite convict fell through the veil and didn't come out the other side. I yelled at Dumbledore, Harry, Fudge, Umbridge, Malfoy, Chang, and Ginevra. I rooted for Hermione and her book exploring the female mind. I laughed so hard at Gred, Forge, Peeves, and McGonagall that I fell off the couch where I was reading. I was completely devoted to that lovely piece of angsty, magical fiction.
It's scary to even imagine myself not obsessed with the sixth book. This dream is one I just need to forget.
I was completely uninterested in it. I read a chapter or two and then put it down to make a doll or something on my computer. I think I might even have read a bit of fanfiction before I went back to the real deal. It took me a couple days to read the whole thing, which was a bit larger than PoA.
How sad is that? I read OotP in eleven hours with no breaks. I read that thing as I sipped caffeinated Pepsi to relieve my slight headache and while I munched on the food my mom made for me so I wouldn't burn myself while making my own. I cried when our favorite convict fell through the veil and didn't come out the other side. I yelled at Dumbledore, Harry, Fudge, Umbridge, Malfoy, Chang, and Ginevra. I rooted for Hermione and her book exploring the female mind. I laughed so hard at Gred, Forge, Peeves, and McGonagall that I fell off the couch where I was reading. I was completely devoted to that lovely piece of angsty, magical fiction.
It's scary to even imagine myself not obsessed with the sixth book. This dream is one I just need to forget.
