I dreamed I went to an American version of Hogwarts, and in addition to being magical, I had sort of a super power. I could see spells hovering around the objects or people they were cast at. Late one night, I was out in the grounds by an old graveyard, and I could see a friend of mine trapped and hurting from a spell cast by the school bully. The spell looked like two tiny, gray Conestoga wagons ramming him in the chest. I cast spells like pillows that flew down to shield him, then engulf and disperse the wagon spells.
The school was in Texas, out in the Alpine, Marfa, Ft. Davis area, near Big Bend. I was coming home for the holidays, and stopped at a gas station for fuel and a snack and the restroom. There was a Starbucks selling some sort of wrap. I wanted a beef and rice one, but without the bell peppers, but they wouldn't special make one for me unless I bought six of them. When I got back on the road, I had to think hard about whether I needed to go east or west to get to San Antonio. The right answer was east, but I'm not used to that!
Apparently I had a summer job with CSI. We were called out to investigate a house with a bunch of people lying around non-responsive. Nick Stokes was taking their pulses, and they were waking up when he touched them. As each one stirred, he announced, "Not an angel."
After that job. I joined some friends at a Rice baseball game. Joanna told me about how Bill was her favorite True Blood vampire because he was always so quiet, and how she was using that to motivate the MOB saxophones to play softer. Then my little buddies started a contest to see who could hug me longest and hardest. So that was pretty awesome.
Then we went to explore an old abandoned warehouse, and found a space rocket. The rocket had a sort of cabinet on oys side, and I put in some of my cherished childhood toys, all shaped like birds and whales and planes. There was a model of the Southwest plane painted like Shamu, a stuffed killer whale, and a beautiful glass cockatiel. I lined them up carefully and secured them so they would fly around and break, then we launched the rocket into space. Like a child, I began to want my toys back when it was too late, but before I could really start to regret and cry, I woke up.
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