Pixie Tail

Well… not all at the same time. I had another long and winding dream last night. Woke up toward the end of it this morning. Let’s see if I can bring it all back to memory.

It started where I was in my parents house. My Dad, unfortunately, was going through phases where he would forget where he was, who he was, and act silly. He could walk out into traffic and almost did so in front of their house. My sister was worried that this would happen to my Dad when he was watching her son, my nephew. My nephew was only about 3 years old in my dream. He’s actually 12 in real life. My sister had to go catch my Dad and nephew once when they were walking down the sidewalk and my Dad didn’t want to go back, he was acting like a stubborn child. It was kinda creepy and I hope that never happens in real life.

Then I was inside their house and there was this very built, very handsome blond guy. His last name was Smith but I don’t remember his first name. His parents gambled or something and as a result there was a pipe that leaked water on the ceiling an it would rain down this nice pleasant misty train. There was a rubber trough in the floor that would catch the water and, like a little stream through the house, it would run out through the garage.

The garage was another matter. My Dad had this huge garage and was storing a car and a boat of his friend’s. In addition to the two cars he had. It was like this big huge cave in there.

Next it was time to go to a movie… but it was kinda a play at the same time. With real actors and the blond guy was one of them. Turned out his was a vampire too. And then we were watching Harry Potter Seven, but it was a real life play and it was a different writing of the story that I hoped was better than the book. So I watched and I did like it better but it was odd. I was part of the play then and there was this big man in a cape and hood that was Voldemort, and he made a deal with me and the blond guy. He needed to take some of our blood or life force or something so we approached him, and there was another robed man with us, and a small crowd of a dozen or so people behind us. And I had to extend my leg but I don’t remember exactly what happened during this transfer or what exactly was transferred.

I remember being very nervous because it was no longer a play it was real, then afterwards it was a play again and we were ready to go home. I was confused though because I missed a part of the show and don’t really know how it all ended up. But we piled into a car, two people in the front and four in the back, one of them was the blond guy and we all went home, then I woke up.

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