Last night, I dreamed that a new Harry Potter film has been released. Jeff and I drove out to a theater that had been set up in the back of an old Victoria mansion so that we could watch it. Unfortunately, it turned out that the rest of the audience didn’t know much about Harry Potter and they spent the entire movie yelling back at the screen about how they couldn’t follow the film’s plot and, as a result, we really couldn’t enjoy the movie.
When the movie ended, the owner of the house entered the theater and told us that we couldn’t leave yet because there was a riot going on outside.
And that’s when I woke up.