Dreaming of Harry Potter
Well, sort of. I had this weird dream last night
In this dream, we’re good friends with JK Rowling. She invites us and the kids out to her house for a weekend of hanging out, having fun, etc. Where is her house, you might ask? Why, it’s in the mountains of West Virginia, of course!
So we’re there, having fun, she’s taking a break from writing the new book, we’re helping her out with ideas, kids are having a blast running around, etc. I head to the bathroom, but it’s kinda dark, and can’t see too well. I’m standing there doing my business, and there’s some creepy crawly on me, but I can’t really see what it is. I knock it off me, and continue with my business. I then feel this horrible stinging pain…. in my foot. I find the light switch or a flashlight or something, and finally have some light.
It was a black widow. I squash it. Then I wake up and have to go to the bathroom
I’m sure my subconscience is trying to tell me something about the 7th book, but I can’t quite figure it out.