I think my subconscious needs a beta or something
Last night, I had this Snarry dream. The premise of which was that, like, Snape was going to wash his hair, get it trimmed, acquire a Muggle suit, and then come and live with Harry and the Dursleys for the summer, which evidently seemed to my subconscious to be a logical progression of events at the time. I think Snape was going to make up for being lame and impotent all during OotP by protecting Harry and actually teaching him some damn Occlumency, but I didn't get that far.
The peculiar bit was that I composed the entire first chapter of this Snarry fic in the dream, and then vividly imagined all the scenes in the story afterwards as I revised it. It was a very textual dream.
handynavi wanted to go to the Brandeis book sale, so I went along with him and this time managed to restrain myself and only purchased three books--About the B'Nai Bagels by E.L. Konigsburg, A Man Lay Dead by Ngaio Marsh, and The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby. I only mention this because I wanted to bring up the fact that The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is being made into a movie. Starring Johnny fucking Depp. OMG. WTF. And all those other initials.
The peculiar bit was that I composed the entire first chapter of this Snarry fic in the dream, and then vividly imagined all the scenes in the story afterwards as I revised it. It was a very textual dream.

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