of dreams and stuff

1. Spent the day sleeping my worries away. Whee.

2. I don't remember my dreams often, but the dreams that I do remember are weird. One of the weirdest was the time when I dreamed Darth Vader said that he was my father, and took his mask off to prove it (and proceeded to explain to me that the mask has a built-in nebulizer to help him with his asthma). I also dreamed (before taking the ACET) of a bright orange orangutan, swinging around on a flying trapeze, insisting on teaching me math while huge anthropomorphic numbers tried to eat me.

But the weird dream of all weird dreams came to me last night. I dreamed that Bellatrix Lestrange was actually married to Barty Crouch Sr., and she's a big, matronly lady akin to Molly Weasley. I was watching her puttering away in the kitchen, mothering over Barty Crouch Jr. It turns out that his soul wasn't Kissed away by a Dementor because it's impossible - he actually has Dementor blood running through his veins (courtesy of the Crouch family)! Then Sirius Black turns up and goes all uncle-y to ol' Barty Junior, giving him sweets, etc., while telling him stories about his Best Friend, Severus Snape. At that point, I woke up, desperately trying not to laugh. NYAHAHA.

3. IT'S CRUNCH TIME. (That is, it is time to eat a bar of Crunch chocolate. YUM.)