07 November 2005

Potter. Sister.

Been ill, so dreams for the last while have been sporadic and broken up.

This morning, I was back in school again (at the junior high location), but it was my last day. I went with my sister toward the school, down the hill, but got detoured. It turned into Harry Potter where we investigated the murders of various people, all of which were conveniently tied to some taunting clue (such as bloody handwriting).

Felt good on waking, made a conscious separation from the dream to get to work - I think that's why I felt good.

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