scarystuff.

More vivid dreams...

It was just me and my dad, enjoying a nice saturday afternoon, taking a stroll in Diagon Alley. We walked into an old antique shop which was known for having the hip new styles for glasses (seeing glasses). It's kind of ironic that an antique shop would have "hip new styles". In real life, i've been thinking about getting a new pair of glasses so i guess that's why i spent the next hour just looking at all of the different frames that they had. Meanwhile, my dad was browsing garden gnomes. He really wanted a garden gnome for some reason... said something about "protecting the house from rabbits"

After my super long browsing session, among all of the Ray-bans, Guccis, and numerous brand names that i have never heard of, i found the one and only pair that i would ever be satisfied with. I called my dad over all excited like, and pointed them out, hoping that he would share my enthusiasm when he saw the beauty that they just emanated. There they stood, the Transformers brand glasses. The frames were the stunning blue and red that could not be mistaken as any other colours but those of Optimus Prime's body. They were complete with tiny headlights on either side of the lenses, moving on their own, probing the darkness of the shop. I felt like this pair of glasses was alive, and meant for me.

Of course my dad wouldn't let me buy them, even though they were on sale for nine Galleons a Sickle and three Knuts. Maybe he was just fearful of the power that i would possess if i had them. But i needed it. And as my dad turned his back to walk out the door, i smashed the glass cabinet with my forehead (This just shows how badass i subconsciously think i am), grabbed the glasses and booked it.

Before i even left the store though, and before i even got to enjoy my time with my new-found treasure, i was grabbed firmly by the shoulder, and stopped in my tracks. I turned around to see an old classmate from elementary school wearing a dementor's cloak, not looking all too happy. He roughly pressed the tip of a gun to my stomach, and even through my clothes i could feel the coldness of it.

I was actually really scared. And not just the kind of scared that you see yourself have in third person when you're dreaming. As soon as this happened in my dreams, i some how went from observing to experiencing. I was now in my dreaming body, feeling the gun against my stomach, and I actually felt extremely scared.

Pause.

The dream stood still here for a very long time, almost as if to test just how much fear my mind could take. I was just waiting for the pain to come, and for it to all be over with. But it didn't come. He took my glasses and left.

I woke up shaking with fear. lolwuss.

Anyone know what this means? Maybe that i need to just stop dreaming.