• written where: Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan
• where exactly: my desk in my apartment
• written with: pen & notebook
• when: January 17, 2008

Dreams from the Night,

Fly into my Day.

It was bullets first,

Then alligators,

Forests last, over the fly.

Gauge was there, lightly.

And then . . . .

Then all this afternoon giving my apartment its traditional Friday cleaning I was whipping my hand out clutching an imaginary wand yelling (out loud) “Crucio!”

…Then while eating lunch with a friend, we realized we need to do something to help Harry. … I don’t know what we could do since we can’t do magic, but at least we could take an AK for him.

…The whole book is a total unknown to me, anything could happen.

…This is how I will read Deathly Hallows. I have completely cleared my schedule from Saturday through Tuesday. … Today I stocked up on enough food to last me a week. After I publish this, I will disconnect both my computers from the Internet, turn off my cell phone, and disconnect my land line phone. I will not watch any TV shows or movies or anything over these four days as I don’t want to hear about any other kinds of stories, don’t want emotions from other things interfering with the emotions I will feel from Deathly Hallows.

At the end of every e-mail I’ve sent the past few days I have written, “For Harry! … because that’s what’s constantly been going through my mind. … I feel that my own fate is intertwined with Harry’s.

Now I can’t remember for sure if there was another place I went to next before the final destination. But I think from the desk of the semi-pretty blonde girl, I went directly to the final spot I needed to, or maybe before going to the semi-pretty blonde there was another stop.

So I consult a map on a wall, and realize I have to take a small bridge to the next building to get where I need to. … As I entered the next building, I entered a wide room filled with two pianos, one normal looking and the other like double-wide. … I didn’t see all around the room, just the immediate area around me, although to my left I did notice a big desk and perhaps another door behind it leading to who knows where.

…She answered sharply, “well that’s too bad,” and now her voice turned stern and with malice and at a shout said, “BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO LATE!” … After she slammed the door shut, for a split-second, I felt the greatest horror and fear I ever remember feeling in a dream or perhaps even life.

…The force of her slamming the door made me blink in the dream, and when I opened my eyes, I opened them from within the dream but also in waking life too and with great, great relief, after a second of being dillusioned, was so relieved to see the surrounding of my own room. … I kept my eyes wide open, I didn’t dare close them in fear of seeing that place again.

…I went back to bed, but now felt emboldened, like I wanted to go back to sleep and go back to that dream and dare whatever was in that office. Instead I had a very pleasant dream of flying over some small mountains/large hills in some kind of seat-harness attached to a parachute that let me glide very peacefully over hiking trails and forest. I noticed a very large breeested girl walking down a trail, her large, possibly un-bra-ed breeests swinging to and fro in a gray t-shirt. I swooped down close to her but she seemed unimpressed by my flying apparatus, so I thought to myself these kind of parachute things must be common. Later, when I woke up and realized it was a dream, I also realized such an apparatus would be impressive and that she didn’t react because she was part of a dream. Now return to that dark office, instead the last memory of last night’s dream was large swinging breeests.