Dream started as if I was about to leave a friend's house. That girl my age happens to be the daughter of a celebrity (a member of a former girl band from the U.K., which was very hot during the mid-'90s). She told me to stay a bit, eat lunch -- she had some roast chicken -- and she'll drive me home.

Amidst chews from my favorite part (the wings) I told her that I find her very kind, considering that she's the daughter of V.B.. She looked at me, slightly aghast, "How do you think I should conduct? Come one now," she gives my another serving of wings, but I was getting very full, "my Mom likes chicken. The tabloids even snapped a picture of her toting a bucket of Chukees." "But I thought she liked K.F.C.s..."

She then drove me home. I found myself walking down the street near my home with a classmate and good friend of mine. I stop by a small shop selling rice and tofu. The old lady and her little grand-daughter looked over little kittens: three are white with orange spots, one had a mackerel pattern, while the one I fancied was white with black & orange spots.

I asked the lady if I could adopt her -- she liked me already and was rubbing against me! The lady said, "Yes." but she still seemed quite apprehensive. Dream Knowledge told me that I could take any other of the cats but not the one I was holding.

I woke up snuggling against my jacket. (^^ ;)

Labels: celebrity, chicken, food, friends, kittens, shop

I - A Helemet for my Nephew.

My gift for my nephew was actually a set of elbow pads and knee pads to go with the bike his father got him. However, I still haven't gotten him a helmet...

I went into a shop in Cubao and I was actually glad that they finally had a stock of bike helmets for 4-5 year-old kids. I was told that the price of their nicest brand (the same brand that we use, purchased in France) was at P500. I realized that I didn't have enough money in my wallet.

Funny thing was that I was in ragged clothes: old shorts and an old t-shirt. I withdrew some money (very battered old bills... ugh...), wary of the ill-wishing strangers behind me. I finally got the helmet, and I suddenly found myself wearing a red blouse and black skirt, looking quite classy (if I may dare say.)


II - The Beaded Insects.

I then come upon a white building with many balconies. I climb up with a former colleague (with whom I don't really have a connection with), and instead of a helmet in my hand, I was holding a small mat of big red beads (about 0.8mm in width). The "mat" was oval in shape, and was about as thick and long as my forearm.

Out of nowhere, a similar mat, white in color, actually fell on my arm, and I was very much shocked and afraid, peeled it off and threw it aside -- as if it were a leech of some sort.

We then arrived at the top.


III - The Touchscreen


---------- SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING!! Skip if you must! ---------

I came upon a tree where a lanky young man was sitting underneath it, and he was just in his jeans. I went up to him, unzipped his pants, and performed oral sex on him.

Nearby was a fence, and right by it were two men and a woman, engaging in a threesome. One of the men told the woman to watch what I was doing to pick tips up. My "partner" (whom I really don't recognize) told me to watch them for my arousal.

---------- END OF SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING!! ---------


I get up and take a piece of folded paper/cardboard/plastic (just a very pliant material) and press on various buttons on it: a white foldable touchscreen. I was then busy trying to customize a website layout. Unfortunately, I couldn't do any right-clicks so I can't do quick "copy-paste" and "undo".


IV - Cobble-stoned Roads.

I then find myself, "power-dressed", standing at a street corner, with a rolling travel-bag, waiting for the green light so I can cross the street. The street was very busy. It reminded my strongly of La Place de la Concorde in Paris, though very much compressed, and had the pollutants Quezon City has.

I was getting impatient, so I cross to my right, then cross the street I really intended to cross. I then somehow forget something and crossed back to where I came from. I almost get run over by the vehicles. I was such in a panic that I rushed to the sidewalk and almost hit myself against a tree.

Finally, I decided to take the jeepney. A girl greeted me and we engaged in "girl talk" (I really don't remember what we were talking about...)

Labels: baggage, beads, black, gift, money, red, sex, stairs, street, traffic, trees, voyeur, warm

I guess anyone can attest that nightmares are just terrible. I already am an adult -- I'm finishing college and I'm currently working -- but nightmares bother me so much. I find them stressful, frightful and just very disturbing. What I hate the most about these are Redundant False-Wakings -- "dream-within-a-dream", or in this case, "nightmare-within-a-nightmare-within-a-nightmare-within-a-nightmare." Terrible. Just terrible.

I was back in my childhood room in France, but everything was dark, with eerie lights dancing on the walls. I was cold, my voice was hoarse, and I tried getting up... and I thought I have woken up.

I get up, and I find myself in a train, where an evanescent white moth was flying in front of my eyes. Two men approached me with a box filled with black sand, with white cigarette butts in different lengths protruded from it randomly. They were pale, with sunken eyes, and dressed in black.

The man to my left told me that his companion was upset, since I prophesied that he would die, saying that "he belonged to the End." He then pointed at the cigarette leaning dangerously over the edge, and as it broke and was about to fall over... I thought I've woken up.

I was startled to find myself back in my childhood room, as a very large zombie-like man, dressed in the typical school-boy uniform rolled over me, knocking the air out of me, and started to strangle me!


---------- SLIGHT VIOLENCE/GORE WARNING. Skip if you must. ----------

"This is just a nightmare..."
"Claw his face out..."
"... I'll wake up, I'm sure of it!"
"Claw his face out..."
"I'll wake up, I'll wake up..."
"Kill him! Kill him! He's killing you!"

Those were the conflicting voices in my head. I sincerely wanted to wake up, but I definitely didn't want to die. Inasmuch as my voice was hoarse in the beginning, I started screaming, "Wake me up! Wake me up! Help!" And I was secretly hoping I was really screaming in my sleep so somebody would wake me up...

But I just carried on clawing at his face, until his face actually came off! I saw the raw muscles and blood. I screamed and screamed until I managed to push him off me, and off the bed.

---------- END OF SLIGHT VIOLENCE/GORE WARNING. ----------


I looked over and to my horror, the edge of my bed was the edge of a cliff. I lie back down, shut my eyes and pray that I wake up...

I open my eyes, and I was still in my room! I shouted out, calling my Dad. My Mom comes along, naked, crying, "Why are you calling for your Dad, while I'm right here?"

I get out of bed and went into her arms, "Mom, I'm having a nightmare, please wake me up, I can't wake up!" She embraces me, "Don't worry, I'm here. You'll wake up. Your Dad & I will wake you up..."

... And only then I do.

Labels: dad, mom, nightmare, paralyzed

• Hagrid had a rat biting his finger -- until I was the one being bitten! I tried to shake it off, but I had to refer myself to "Book 7" of the Harry Potter series to find out about the Levicorpus spell to get the rat off.



• Found myself in front of an old Apple II, playing a crossover game of Harry Potter and the X-Men...



• I find myself in a fancy art-deco type house in a foreign place, and I had a female roommate. Quite lovely actually: windows all over the place, nice sunlight... I was fixing my laundry (mostly my socks), and my bag for work. Some neighbors peeked over the fence, saying demeaning jokes about Filipinos. I ignored them and flipped through a shoujo manga. I then see children and ladies in their pre-teens sitting on my couches, coming in from the hallway.





• Flashback in the Harry Potter world, Lily Potter's in her early teens and she was part of a rock band. Her first crush was also named James (but had a different surname) and was your stereotypical blond jock, wearing a regal blue tanktop, showing off his muscles.

I don't remember much of this dream, but it had me very exhausted that I couldn't jog prperly, and yawning for the whole day!

I was walking around our house, and came upon a bug hole dug out in our backyard. It would seem that we were getting a pool built. Great care was taken that none of the trees were chopped down. At that point, I see that it was just a big, dry "hole"

While I was changing in to my old worn out bathing suit, happy I was to swim. In the corner of my eye, the pool was already made -- tiles, water, chlorine, you name it! I also saw in my peripheral vision, my One-Time Fling (same guy in Dresses, Dinners, Dolphins and Dad) in his white t-shirt and blue shorts was watching me.

A classmate from my old swimming class appeared and challenged me to a race, after lecturing me on how easily give up on relationships. I got into the water first, enjoying the deep end... however, each time I surfaced, I just kept on being pulled down. I only floated back up when the race was about to start.

The race was a one-way the length of the pool, using my most hated stroke: the Freestyle, or Crawl. I was doing everything all wrong -- my kicks were too shallow, I wasn't kicking fast enough, my arms were not in sync with the rest of my body, and my breathing was shot. I knew I was going to lose and that I was going to get a lecture again...

... Until I touched the other end of the pool a few seconds before my classmate did. She let me off without a word.

Labels: dig, pool, soil, swim

As the name implies, I was a secret agent at Hogwarts -- in my black spaghetti strap top, jazz pants, trainers and blazer.

It started as if there was a buffet at the Great Hall, and Professor Snape was serving the strawberries and cream desert. He was teasing Neville who was asking for an extra scoop of strawberries, and Snape taunted him by spooning one strawberry after the other in a very slow manner.

I joined some substitute teachers, dressed in a casual (or "Muggle") manner, all three of them male.

One with brown hair and a goatee motioned me to come near him and whispered, "These people are not what they seem. They have been given the mark of the Beast," we ate casually, and he motioned me to go back to the table for seconds, and observe what I saw.

As I walked back to the table again, I saw the students as if from the back of my head (I suddenly felt like Alastor "Mad Eye" Moody), and they lifted their heads from their food -- they looked like hooded shadows with yellowish eyes.

After my meal, I went out and started on my mission: to kill the Beast residing on the top of the tower, which embeds evil spirits in the students. Dream Knowledge told me that my first try failed since Filch stopped me. In the room which lead to the tower stairs, there was a room to my left -- a cross between a big janitor's "closet" and a laboratory. In it was a restroom. I was supposed to wait for a professor to get out, which would occupy Filch a bit, and that I should pretend to ask to use the bathroom. Only then I could climb the stairs.

Just as I got to the point where I got out of the toilet and up the spiralling tower stairs, one of the substitute teachers came after me, and told me that I can't beat the Beast with just my meager witch magic. He took me to Professor McGonogall.

The Transfiguration professor told me that Dumbledore instructed her of my mission, and she was to give any assistance possible. She offered to lend me one of her amulets and presented me with one which would call on a cab (??!!) if I needed one. I mumbled, "I think I'd need something more potent..." I decided to call on my brother who was a summoner.

We had to go on a voyage to collect more artefacts which would enable us to vanquish the enemy. We joined a travelling group -- resembling the Fellowship in the J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. I stuck with Gimli the Dwarf. We came upon a wide stream -- not too wide to be a river, but not narrow enough to be crossed on foot. The deepest end could submerge a 6-foot man.

A light-footed lady -- which I guessed a fairy -- found the narrowest point of the stream, and it so happens it had rocks lined up by it -- though some were submerged by two feet. She fleetingly hopped from one rock to another, and the last rocks which were under wanter forced her to swim to the other end.

I had the jitters. And as I looked to my feet into the dark blue/violet water, I woke up.

Labels: black, castle, fiction, food, stairs, water

I'm currently harboring a crush on a local basketball player, who happens to resemble Sendoh Akira of Takehiko Inoue's Slam Dunk. I'd like to believe that this dream is a manifestation of that. Hehe. ^_^ I felt like a giddy schoolgirl after having this...


I - The Corner Store.

Dream Knowledge told me that I was the middle sibling of Yayoi and Hikoichi Aida, and I was helping them with shopping. I encountered a scene wherein Yayoi was stuck on the floor, at the corner of the store, while hoodlums vandalized the store: broke windows, spilled the contents of shelves on the floor.

I also thought that I was seeing what I was writing as a fanfic, and I was going to write in that Sendoh would come to the rescue of Yayoi.

I guess I'm what you would call a "shipper" of Sendoh/Yayoi, and I do write fanfictions in real life.

And that, he did. His mere presence scared the punks away, and he helps Yayoi to her feet. I then find myself more actively involved in the dream. I was wearing a thin white t-shirt and jeans.

Hikoichi came along, clueless as ever, and helped load the many groceries in the nearby car (colored white, strongly resembling a Kia Pride). Sendoh also gave a hand, offering to drive. I somehow ended up carrying a shallow "crate" which contained small potted plants (they reminded me a lot of the African Violets that my mom planted) and was filled with water. I was about to place it on the roof of the car, but some water spilled on my shirt. Sendoh inquired if I were ok, and I just brushed him off -- a wet shirt showed off my lacy black bra -- but he still insisted to see. I just crossed my hands over my chest. He made that nonchalant smile of his, "At least you're ok."

I was thinking he was a big pervert.

The bright and sunny weather of the place didn't really match with my mood.


II - The Drive.

It was then dark. Sendoh was at the wheel and Hikoichi beside him. I guess the place wasn't Japan, since the car was in left-hand drive. I was right behind the driver's seat with Yayoi right beside me.

Yayoi then turned into my Mom, and she started tickling me! Sendoh looked through the rearview mirror and I caught his eye. I then thought, "He looks like M.P...." (the local basketball player).

We were driving on a piece of land, surrounded by water. At some distant point, I'd catch a glimpse of amusement parks and their bright, starry lights. It made me think of Hayao Miyazaki's Spirited Away.

Mom & I started rummaging through a wicker bag between us, and sorted out our cosmetics. Sendoh and Hikoichi tossed some creams and lotions that we may have left in the front seats and we had a laugh.

We suddenly had a flat, and had to get out of the car. We parked on the right side of the road, and right across, over a large lake, I could see a roller coaster and a ferris wheel lit up. My mother stayed by the edge of the water with her cellphone, and Hikoichi volunteered to fix the flattened wheel. He told Sendoh to sit down, and he took my vacant seat, door open and brooding.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. He told me that he had a feeling that he had met me before, though he wasn't that sure. He asked me to kiss him... and that, I did.


---------- SLIGHT SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING. Skip if you must. ----------

I kissed him again, and I suddenly found that I was left in just my t-shirt. He ran his finger right between my legs. Dream Knowledge implied that he did that to "make sure" that I was the girl he met before, despite my not having any recollection of meeting him.

I was quite conscious of the fact that my Mom was just around...

---------- END OF SLIGHT SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING. ----------


Another car drives up our own, a dark blue one which resembles a Cadillac, and an old man in a purple bathrobe with his family (wife and 3 small kids), and they were looking for their lost kitten. They seemed to be a jolly bunch and mentioned that they've been all over the place -- Boston, Los Angeles, Washington state -- and still haven't found the little kitten. We kindly told them that we haven't seen any felines.

Hikoichi finally finished with his fixing the tires, and the sun started rising. To our horror, we realized that the water surrounding us was starting to rise -- fast.


III - The Airplanes.

We all got into the car real quick, and Sendoh stepped on the gas, avoiding the slower cars and the puddles of water forming at random edges of the road. We luckily came upon a higher road, turning right. We realized that it was an airport runway.

For some reasons, we found ourselves on foot, and were running along the stretch of road. An airplane flew over our heads, opposite the direction we were going, and people in parachutes jumped out of it, screaming and whooping for joy.

We got to the airport and were joined by my brothers. We were directed by some airport personnel to their V.I.P. lounge, located underground, with lush red carpets, yellow, gold and peach walls, ornate plants and jade statues. It also doubles as a classy Chinese restaurant. We went back up and canceled a flight.

Back down, Mom went on ahead with her siblings. I started looking for Sendoh but Dream Knowledge told me that he was on the "other side" of the restaurant, restricted for Japanese clients. My brothers ordered grilled squid and requested kare-kare. I ordered the same, and joined my mother and her family on their round table, chatting away.

I had my order canceled and got something else -- crab meat and vegetables (which is ironic since I currently am allergic to crab). My youngest brother, and a cousin of mine, A.L., sat at a different table, having a discussion of their own. A kid, which resembles my cousin, K.P., is telling jokes about not liking her food.

And I never saw Sendoh again.

Labels: airplane, car, driving, fiction, food, night, relatives, water, wet

I - The Measuring Stick

I was standing by the foyer of my current house where my youngest brother was standing by the door. He was holding a measuring stick, which happens to have a nail at the higher end.

It only measured abut five feet -- just my height. He placed it by the wall, and I gaged my height against it. I laughed, saying, "Yeah, the pool's deep end's just about five feet, so I'll definitely sink! Unless of course I stand on my toes and raise my head..."

Out of his room, came a girl about my age, wearing jazz pants and a sports top, clutching a laptop to her chest. She walked past me, pouting like a little kid. "I think you've been a little too hard on her," my brother said. Dream Knowledge told me that I've done something to the girl involving her laptop and it made her upset.

Flashback, I was resting at my office's sleeping quarters, and that particular girl was with her laptop watching a movie, giggling with her two friends (NB. This event actually happened, and I just gave them a little scolding.) I got up in a huff, went to our administration office and filed a complaint. A lady said, "Ang tagal na niyan e. Dami nang nagrereklamo. Buti nahuli na." She followed me to the quarters and confiscated the laptop.


II - Books.

I then find myself in the middle of a squarish room (think of the Holocaust museum part where the victims' shoes are being displayed), sitting on the floor, surrounded by tons and tons of dusty books! The walls on the room were stuffed with volumes and volumes of books, the mounted shelves reaching so far up, that I can only see a speck of light should I look upwards.

But the room was very bright. I had a big window behind me, and the door right in front of me, giving way to a lovely house with a wooden finish.

My aunt and my cousin who lived in the US came to join me. My aunt started stacking some colorful plastic bins, and my cousin, a bunch of Archie issues that we looked at in fond souvenir.


III - The Evil Woman

I went out of the book room, and came upon a very Victorian setting. I man came up to me, whispering, "That woman in the room is very evil; but it has been prophesized that once she sees a small pig that has been breastfeeding piglets, she would go away."

A young girl then arrived, holding a furry piglet with fake plastic nipples, and she told me to present it to the Evil Woman. However, there was this girl, with her blond hair up in a large bun, wobbling on a crutch -- and she greatly resembled the girl with the laptop!

I felt myself getting very annoyed, as she was cackling away, trying to thwart my effort of getting the Evil Woman out of the house.

Labels: books, measure, pig, relatives, sunlight, upset, window

I - My Childhood Room.


A rough rendition of my Childhood Room.

The room I'm referring to is the one I stayed in when my family and I lived in France for five years. I labeled it so since I spent my transitional years -- from childhood to adolescence (9 to 15 years old) in that particular room. Until now, I have very strong memories and emotions attached to it. It contained the beginning of my awareness of my persona and sexuality.

------- SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING. Skip if you must. -------


The dream went straight to the point: I was having sex with a guy whom I knew very well, and we were engaged in playful foreplay. The image in my mind of the guy was either my Special Friend or my Highschool Sweetheart (same guy as the Bus Driving in Canada... episode).

At this point, I see it as a mixture of my past and present: My Highschool Sweetheart is actually linked to that Childhood Room, whereas I had my present body, and my Special Friend is a strong presence in my present.

I already slipped a yellow condom on him (with a very nice texture, mind you) and was about to get on top to engage in coitus -- until I heard my mother's voice in the corridor -- I then realized my door was open!


------- END OF SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING. -------

I quickly got up from my bed and slammed the door just as she was about to enter my room, accompanied by two foreign women -- one was quite tall and large, clothed in a blue top and black pants, and the other one was quite short and squat, sporting a green t-shirt and black pants.

I told my partner to roll to the floor on the other side of the bed by the window, as I held against the door. My Mom was asking what was wrong, and I just told her that my room was too messy and that it needed to be fixed. She just told me to hurry up since she needed to present my room since the house was up for sale.


II - Trains at Dawn

Complete change of setting, I was walking out of a classroom in my University, and I was trying to tell my professor that I was afraid I won't be able to complete the requirements for his course. However, I wasn't able to move my mouth to tell him. He just smiled at me as we walked up this battered and dark train station (think Batman Begins), with water dripping from all sides, making the stairs quite slippery.

When we reached the top, the station was teeming with people -- but as the departing trains went in opposite directions, I was greeted by the vanilla sky of dawn.

Labels: mom, sex, sky, train, women

I've managed to remember three lengthy dreams, and I'll be posting them one after the other.

However, this particular situation somewhat deviates from my definition. There, indeed, are times I actually remember more than two dreams when I wake up. In this case, I woke up three times, and managed to note all three dreams down.

*SIGH* I love dreaming. I feel very much relaxed, and yet very entertained when I wake up... Then again, I had a pretty long, peaceful and cozy sleep, so I guess it contributed a lot.

I - Sleeping Quarters

I was in the office sleeping quarters, and I "wake" to find myself naked, save for my blanket, and a long-haired 9-year-old girl who was also undressed, sitting at the foot of my bed. Her mother, a young lady who doesn't seem to be older than I am and was also naked, told me to take care of her daughter.

She swapped P300 worth of gift cheques against the same amount in cash. I was skeptic and asked her, "Pa'no kung peke 'tong mga tseke mo?" "Hindi naman," she replied, "Pag nag-ka problema, papalitan ko na lang."

I got out of the bed, and I was dressed in a white blouse and black mini skirt, while my protégée was in a white robe. We walked hand-in-hand out of the quarters into a dark room, where only the pale silvery glow of the moonlight came through a small high window.

Against a wall, a bed where the little girl sat down and bade me to lie down. A bunch of people then appeared, telling us to go out and join them in the sun.

The little girl looked at me, smiling, and got into more casual clothes -- as did I. We both tied our shoe laces and went into sunny fields.


II - Sunny Fields

The leader of the group who wanted to go out resembled my professor in Sociology10. He wanted to lecture amongst the sun-kissed trees and grass, but the group was scattered, so we can't hear him. The little girl and I tried to approach him...

At the corner of my eye, some perppermint frapuccino was being delivered, so I suddenly had the craving to order some for myself and my companion. Unfortunately, I didn't have my cash with me anymore, so I can't buy anything.

I then find that a young girl was singing in the midst of the group. We've had enough of not hearing each other, so we went into a hut which also serves as a beer house, complete with karaoke system.

The young girl sang. Somebody in the crowd commented that when she sweats and embraces someone, that someone would be very sweaty in turn. There was some malicious tone in that statement...

When she finished her song, an old man who wasn't part of the group wanted his turn at the mic. Our leader acquiesced, but I was thinking that we may not have enough time, since the old man would sing every song in the book!

I then wanted my Dad to pick me up. I saw the shopping cooperative and I used that as a landmark as I called him to fetch me.

Labels: dad, green, little girl, money, naked, people, phone call, sleep, sunny

There's something I don't really like about having stressful weeks -- is not remembering what I dreamed about.

I only have very vague recollections -- just an image or two -- that I can't even remember upon waking up, and/or when the dream took place.

However, for the past week, here are the elements I remember:

• Emotion: jovial, happy, quite festive.


• Colors: shades of peach and brown.


• 2-3 old people laughing around a rectangular, long dinner table with flowery carvings.

And the other thing that I hate is that, I wake up in the middle of my sleep, actually remember the dream, but I'm just too tired and sleepy to pick my pen or even my cellphone up to note what I remember, so I fall immediately back to sleep. Despite my swearing that I'll recall my dream, I just don't.

Argh! Just gets me quite frustrated...

Having an affair with my French teacher, E.N., and basically making out in the bathrooms. However, the stalls' walls had slits wherein I could see the people outside, and they could see us. I was wearing a white bathrobe, and I ran out into the hallway encountering a mix of zombies and children in the hallway, and I can't reach the "school grounds".

I - Racquet Ball? Huh?

I was in a room which resembled an old tennis court covered by a tent, but had a wall at both ends, as if a two squash courts were facing each other.

A pair of players challenged me to a match -- a young man, and a young girl. I was paired with another man my age, but it felt as if I were back in 5th grade. The rackets we were using resembled those of squash rackets, and actually used squash balls, but we played in the style of 2-on-2 tennis -- it was "Racquet Ball".

I actually am unaware if a real sport of such a name exists... ^_^;;

So we played, but the ball always soared beyond my reach -- I was positioned too near the net. The girl kept on telling me to go for a "spike" (as in, using the racket to make the same effect as in volleyball), but I just can't reach the ball.

The game ended, 3-0, my team losing, and the girl still shook our hands, "It was a great game!" I don't know how sincere she was in her statement, and I felt very skeptic. Maybe she was just saying that so I won't feel too bad about our loss...


II - Mom & Neko-sama*

*Neko-sama is a code-name a friend & i devised for his Shift Manager in the office.

As I went out of the gym, wiping the sweat of my face, Neko-sama came up, in his famous red shirts, scolding me about not pursuing my relationship with M.D.

My mother suddenly came up behind me, and Dream Knowledge told me that I'll be having a hard time explaining the fling I had with M.D., and she will be fishing for and asking about the details of the relationship.

I also realize I had a hard time taking my make-up off.


III - Flag Ceremony and House-Elf chasing

I start hearing a flag ceremony happening in the corridor nearby. All were in shades of dark blue, violet and black. I didn't want to attend the said function, so I snuck out the back, and come upon some woods.

I quickly get out and encounter a large clearing, giving way to a very large castle -- Hogwarts. I see Hermione and Cho come out, telling me that we had a task to do for Dumbledore: to get information from this mad, renegade House Elf which would give us important clues on the location of the Horcruxes.

On the way, we encounter Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory (who had an air of Trowa Barton from Gundam Wing), and we briefly discussed the changing styles of Quidditch robes. Cho commented they were all corny. Hermione kept her comments to herself, and I voiced out that I loved the ones in Harry's third year.

We went into the woods I came out of. We saw the Mad House-Elf with a megaphone -- if he saw us, he would yell into the said instrument and get Filch's attention. Hermione, Cho and I kept on crouching behind bushes to keep from being seen.

We sneaked into a hut where other House Elves were hanging out. They pointed us to a more "lucid" House Elf who knows how to spin records and he would give us the information we need.

Dream Knowledge told me that we would record the statement of the DJ House-Elf and that of the Mad House Elf.

Labels: black, blue, fiction, make-up, mom, sport, violet