i dreamt i was one of the last people alive on this planet. i was above rocks, on a mountain high high up and trying to climb down, down into the water, back onto rocks, diving back into water, avoiding stampeding manatees thousands of feet under water. whoever was helping me climb down and back up suddenly died, or tripped, or drowned, disappeared in any case, and suddenly i was alone, swimming through bright green water and swimming around the animals, hoping for more rock to climb. the sky was a dark beige shade and suddenly i found myself standing before a large house with a turquoise rail fence. there were cherry trees in bloom above me and all the water and rocks had gone and i just stood there.

i had my weird harry potter dream again except this time it was a sequel, though exactly the same. i was either ron or hermione and we discovered this huge dungeon through a trap door under the principal's carpet (we were at some normal school, not hogwarts) and harry suddenly remembered that's what he'd had to do last year, hang upside down suspended from this giant iron ball and fight EVIL (ee-vill) for 9 days straight using only his eyes. and it wasn't exactly voldemort, it was more some evil red ghoul who looked like a planet, and then it got all biblical and shit and i woke up. perhaps this is telling me i definitely shouldn't take that sunday school teacher position?