One time, I actually dreamt I was in a sort of action movie, in which I got to do that jump to the side while shooting in bullet-time. I also got to kick over a couch.
This other time, I had a dream about a race track which was closed, yet still raced on by a rich girl, who later fell in love with the detective trying to solve the mystery, and got the truth out of her.
Another one took place in my backyard, which had been turned into a home for reptiles. I asked my dad if any were poisinous, and the answer was yes. So then I was bitten, and before I could really do anything, someone tapped me on the back. It was some action figure. I swear to this day something poked me on the back. That was when I woke up from being scared. I think this whole rpetile things came from watching Steve Irwin handle too many snakes.
Some of my best dreams are the ones I can't remember. I do recall a rather awesome one about some mountains in the snow, but it gets fuzzy after that. I think Mad-Eye Moody was in it somehow.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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