In a dream that I [somewhat] remember, I was playing some sort of laser tag and then... I got shot. And died. And woke up. The end! But it was in some sort of parking lot and we (the players and I) were using real guns. And I think a few people died. So... it wasn't actually laser tag.

In my friend's dream, a bunch of her friends (including me, sadly) were there and one of my friends (not the dreamer) stabbed me with a sword... and it was dreamed the same night I dreamed my somewhatlasertag!death. *sigh*

Last night, I dreamed that I found this slide that went both ways somehow (up and down). If I went up, I became older and could access my future knowledge. If I went down, I could become the younger version of myself. I told my brother, who for some reason was Fritz from The Nutcracker, about this, and he also used it. Then, the getting-older bit stopped working, but we had both already made ourselves much younger! But I didn't have my glasses from when I was younger, so I had trouble seeing. Also, I was worried that Peter Pettigrew the Mouse King would try to eat me since I was so small, and it was hard to get around because I wasn't used to being so much smaller than everything. Then our friend Morgan LeFaye came and tested it to figure out what was wrong and fix it, but she realized she couldn't. The thing was, the magic powder I'd taken a pinch of and dropped was a mixture of powder that made you younger and powder that made you older, but they were in different places. We'd run out of the bit that made us older, so we were stuck being younger. It could do the same with things, not just people, but in order to do it with my glasses, I'd have to pass through the slide and become even ounger. She said it was the same powder she used in her magic treehouse, but it made your surroundings older, not you, and sometimes you changed, but usually you changed back so fast you didn't notice it. She asked us to go ask Madam Pomfrey if she had any Magic Treehouse Powder, which was yellow like pollen, and if so, we needed to refresh our supply. She didn't, though. I had to be guarded everywhere I went because Mouse King Pettigrew wanted to eat me, and once I actually saw him and my Nutcracker battle just like in the books. Anyway, I was woken up before I could either return to my proper age or get eaten.

Pretty much all of my dreams are either based on songs or about stalkers. That probably says something about me. Sigh. For instance, a few days ago, I was listening to the song "I Don't Love You" by My Chemical Romance on repeat. I don't know why, as I don't like that song too much. Basically, in the dream, after pondering the situation for a while, my talking pet cat decided that she "just didn't love me anymore." I then proceeded to completely flip out on her, demanding that she love me. Then, some character loosely based on Umbridge from AVPS, started stalking me. I hid in my closet where, lo and behold, my cat was. It starts getting hazy here, but I think my cat saved me from the Umbridge stalker. Then she left me to live with someone else. Urgh.
Yeah, I have weird, vivid dreams. I've kind of been trying to learn how to control them. I mean, I spend most of the summer sleeping, so I why not? I can sometimes tell when something isn't real in a dream now. Hehe. And yes, even my dreams are overly dramatic. I loves my cat. YAY! *strokes cat on bed*