The Harry Potter kid is grown up and saved my life.

Weird. I dreamt that Harry Potter and I were on a quest to find the wizard of Oz but we had to go through the marshes/bog like in Lord of the Rings where Gollum, Sam and Frodo are like "it's a nasty bog" and "don't follow the lights" except it was really pretty with like the Swiss Alps in the background and the water was crystal clear.

So Harry and I are walking in knee-deep water until we get to a part where the bog turns into a lake that deepens but we have to swim to the other side to the clearing so we can climb the really pretty mountain like the Swiss Alps to do whatever it is that needs being done in Oz (not the prison series).

At the bottom is this like luminous green seaweed (in a freshwater lake - my subconscious is not so clever) but it has like this evil boogyman "I'm gona get you" face and I shit a brick like right there because I'm like "I can't swim in my dreams this things gona get me" and then Harry is like "I'll go first" and then I'm like "hell no! It always goes for the second one" which I couldn't really justify because I don't know what this is.

So I dive in and the seaweed gets all unsettled and Harry is like "it's seaweed" and I start freaking out that I'm going to drown and then I see the ledge above the surface of the water that I need to get onto and I get all relieved when obviously the thing with the "I'm gona get you" face grabs me and starts pulling me down to the bottom of the lake like the Balrog in the first one with Gandalf and then I freak some more when like in the first one where Sam starts drowning and Frodo's arm reaches in and pulls him out, Harry does that - except he's now whatshisface Radcliffe in real life and not a kid anymore and can pull me out the water.

Then I wake up and made a vomit but that's entirely unrelated because I was at a friend who likes wine last night. I think this is a result of you people. The people who make me write about Wizard of Oz and Matthew for making me watch Harry Potter on Monday night and then my friend and I talking about drowning last night. Weird.

PS Matthew didn't really make me watch it, and I think it was Sunday but it was on and I was there and the combination became volatile. So I watched. Like the whole thing. And was like - "what a shit movie" and then felt cheated that I didn't understand it because I refuse to read Rowling out of respect for Tolkien when in actual fact he's dead so he wouldn't even know.

PSS I still feel poisoned from the wine. Blah.