Last night I had a dream that I was Harry Potter, and I was riding on a broom in my dining room.

And everyone was supposed to have a wizard duel, so we were given these cards with numbers on them. and everyone with the same numbers would fight.

Hermione switched the cards so that we could fight each other, because she wanted to beat me.

And then instead of fighting anybody, I went into my room, and went to bed.

Then I figured out that I (Harry) was suffering from depression, so I might throw up.

Ron and I went to Madame Promfrey to see if she could help, and she got mad because it was very late at night.

I have the strangest dreams... and most of them have been about Harry Potter for the past couple of days.

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