Journal of Impossible Things

The idea for this class came to me when thinking about Doctor Who.

Imagine if one day, Harry woke up and found himself as a Muggle, with no recollection whatsoever of being a wizard. He can't remember anything - not magic, not Hogwarts, not his friends. But in his dreams, he vaguely remembers things, and he begins to record them in a diary...a 'journal of impossible things'.

This is your task for this class.

Write three journal entries (minimum 150 words each), describing three different incidents that the now-Muggle Harry dreamed of, which happened during his life as a wizard. The aim here is to not simply re-tell the scenes as they happened in the books, but to put a clueless-Muggle's spin on them. Be as creative as possible!

There are 90 points available for this class, plus 10 for QWC.

Any questions, please PM me.

If you want to see where I got the idea for "The Journal of Impossible Things", have a look at these links. (spoilers for Dr Who, series three)

http://lixa-turner.livejournal.com/138379.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lud9SBujrpI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mszLWK2nrI

Journal Entry One

Last night I had the weirdest dream. First the dream started as if I was in a giant bathroom and I saw this transparent girl, it looked as if she was a ghost but ghost are not real, or are they. Then my dream became burly and then once it cleared up I was inside what seemed to be an underground chamber and as I looked around there was statues of snakes everywhere. The next thing I knew I was running away from something, I do not know what it was because for some reason I would not stare at it. As I was running I heard this song that swelled me with hope and as I looked up I saw this beautiful scarlet bird flying towards me with a hat which it dropped on the floor. Then once again the dream had become burly and then became clear and the next thing I noticed was that there was a giant snake in the chamber that was dead, there was blood everywhere and in my hand was a book with a fang in it which I guess came from the dead giant snake.

Journal Entry Two

A few weeks after I had my first weird dream, I had another and this one did not take place in a chamber like the other one did. In this dream I was in what looked like a room filled with weird instruments and there was that same weird looking bird but this time it was sitting on a perch. I kept watching this bird and all of a sudden it burst into flames. I started to panic and look around for help but it was too late and there were now ashes where this bird once stood. Then I heard a voice behind me and I started to say something to this old man with a silver beard and he was wearing robes and a pointed hat. The man then started to tell me that the bird was a phoenix and that he would be reborn in the ashes. As I looked I saw that he was right. So that was the creature that I had dreamed out in the first weird dream that I had. Now that I had figured that out, who was the old man?

Journal Entry Three

Two weeks after I had my second dream I had a new dream about a weird room which was filled with many doors but I was not the only one there. There were others with me, three girls and two boys. I had noticed that we had tried one door and it did not lead us to where we wanted to go so the one girl I was with pulled out a piece of wood in her robes and as she pointed it at the door she had drawn a fiery X on the door. Then once the door was closed the room started to spin and as it spun around my dream became blurry again and once it had cleared I was in another room and I saw this man with black hair fighting this women. They were moving their wands around and I watched as lights flew out of them. Then the girl had managed to get the man to fall into this veil. I then felt great sorrow like I had known this man but I could not recall who he was. Was this dream real?

Throughout the last few nights, I had the weirdest dreams one could imagine. Of course, dreams are often quite strange and never likely to happen, but these are different, they are so real in some way, yet things happen which could never be true! This is why I decided to record them in a journal, as one day I might see the truth that lies behind them...

This is the only word I could imagine to only slightly match the beauty of the building that appears in my dreams continuously, however it is not only beautiful, but full of surprises and impossible sights. I mean, you do not see various sets of moving staircases every day, do you? I think that it is some kind of theme park attraction, complete with projected 'paintings' looking as if they were moving in their frames and projections that look like pearly, shimmering ghosts. I remember that in my last dream I was led from some kind of entrance hall into a small chamber by a stern woman with her hair in a knot and her lips thin as a line. All of this was opposed though by a ridiculous pointed hat she wore on her head - as if she wanted to look like some sort of witch! The next thing I remember is entering a great hall with candles floating all around, it looked amazing, I still wonder how they did those effects. Whatever, as I said, it was a very great hall and many people were in it, all wearing the stupid pointed hats and long robes. I wonder how my imagination came up with all that stuff, especially when a very ragged-looking one of the hats, which was sat on a shabby old stool, opened a crack and began singing! Luckily, at that very moment my alarm clock woke me up,I might have ended up dreaming of giant people and senseless charms!
I had another one of those dreams tonight, and things get worse all the time. One of the few things I still know is that I was standing on some weird kind of runway-stage-mixture. In my hand I held a thin wooden stick which for some reason seemed to be extremely important to me, but strangely enough none of the many kids around found this abnormal. Then again, they were once again dressed in robes and pointy hats, so chances of them finding anything at all abnormal probably were rather small. Plus, some blonde kid opposite of me, also standing on the runway-stage, held a similar piece of wood. What was all this about? Blondie, who had slight similaries to a ferret with slicked back hair, smirked at me as if I had just missed out on something very important, then I heard voices, ferret boy saying something, and light shot out of his stick - the wood stick. For some reason, I tried my best to dodge the light shots that kept coming, and when I dais something, I actually saw a snake appear in the middle of nowhere. And to top it off, that stupid thing started sliding towards one of the kids around me. I told it to go away, but for some reason that made everyone look at me in horror. Is there any way to understand those people? On the one hand, they seem to think robes, pointed hats and sticks shooting light are normal, but on the other hand, they react in this way only because I shoo a possibly dangerous animal away from one of them?! Once again, I was really happy about my alarm going off...

I have to admit that I have never been to a funeral in my whole life, a fact I am quite happy about. Still, the one I experienced in my last dream was all I'd ever imagine a funeral to be, just not as strange as this one had been.
Ironically, it was a very nice summer day, the funeral taking place right next to a great lake, a forest also quite nearby. Hundreds of stools were standing in rows, an aisle down the middle. In front of them, a table of finest marble stood strong and firm. It would have been a beautiful scenario, had I not known, for whatever reason, that what was to come would not be enjoyable in the least.
Waling towards the chair rows, my heart as heavy as stone, I saw many people I recognised even though I think I never saw them in reality. It always seems to be like that in my dreams. There was a woman with pink hair, a mixture of happiness and sadness clouding her eyes, a few people with flaming red hair, one of them walking next to me, all of them so distant, shocked, and, once again, I could see those strange, ghost-like figures. I finally dropped into one of the many chairs, three people taking their seats in the same row: the red-haired boy, a girl with the same hair, and another with a bushy mane of brown hair. All of them looked devasted, their eyes red as if they had cried for a long time. Oother people walking along the aisle to get seated did not seem to be as struck by whatever had happened, their grief only feigned, not convincing anyone. Three of them looked most strange, I felt like they did not belong into the crowd: a man twirling a green bowler, a woman with a notebook and red nails similar to talons, and another woman with quite childish curls and an even more childish bow on top of them. None of them seemed to be bothered by the shock that had come upon so many of the people at the lake, only did the latter suddenly scream, making me turn to look at whatever she had looked at. What I saw should have made me sream along, but there was this eternal numbness. I did not wonder at all, though I saw a most mythological creature. A horse's body, but instead of its neck, a human body from the hips up is placed upon it. Standing next to the lake was a centaur, looking as funereal as I felt.
The rest of the dream is quite blurry, as if I was not able to pay any attention to what happened, tears sometimes gazing my vision. I can roughly remember strange people under the surface of the sea, their singing voices creating an atmosphere of sheer desperation, making me feel uncomfortable for a reason unknown to the real me, a lifeless body, wrapped up, lying on the marble table, people mourning the loss of the person, the table bursting into white flames that seemed more innocent the higher they grew - such abnormal kind of cremation, I now keep telling myself. Two huge people, giants you'd say, slouched in the back row, howling and comforting each other, arrows shooting from the edge of the forest, and last of all a hard gaze of the beautiful, red-haired girl. A bad feeling in my stomach as well. And the shrilling of my alarm clock. For the first time since the weird dreams have started, this sound angered me. I would have liked to know just what she wanted to tell me....I hope that one day, I'll be able to understand just what these dreams want to tell me. Can this really be sheer imagination?

Journal Entry One:

I've been having the weirdest dreams lately. One of them stands out a lot. In the dream, I was flying. I was on a broomstick. That's not even possible. Brooms don't fly, do they? I was chasing after a tiny golden ball. It seemes so real. Then all of a sudden, a big black ball started chasing after me. Do I have a weird imagination or what??? The ball kept chasing me until it broke my arm. Then the next thing I knew, I was on the ground holding the golden ball. The black ball exploded when it tried to maul me. I swear that it had a mind of it's own. A bunch of people ran up to me. Some guy with blonde hair tried mending my arm. He had a long stick that he held to my arm and he said some funny words. I don't even know what language that man was speaking. Anyway, what he really did was made my bones disappear. Where in the world did I come up with that?!?

Journal Entry Two:

I had another of those really wierd dreams. Well, it's not that they've really stopped coming, they just aren't all really wierd. This time, I was in a long corridor. I think I heard one of the kids in my dream saying that it was called the Department of Mysteries, whatever that's supposed to be. Anyway, I was with five other people and we were carrying long wooden sticks, just like from my last entry ,and we were wearing these badges that said that we were on a rescue mission but I don't know who we were trying to save. Anyway, they all seem to be in most of my dreams and two of the people are in all of my dreams. One was a tall boy with red hair and freckles. The other was a girl with bushy brown hair. The room that we were in had row after row of shelves that were filled with small glass spheres that were the size of the ball that i was chasing in my other dream. I don't know what they were though. But for some reason I kept yelling "Serious" but I have absolutely no idea what I was talking about. Was what serious?? Anyway, that's all of the dream that I can remember.

Journal Entry Three:

I seriously think that I'm going mad. Last night I had the strangest dream of all. I dreamt of being on top of a tower. I couldn't move at all. I also got the feeling that no one could see me, even though the tower was filled with people. A man with long silver hair was on the floor, kneeling, and a boy that was about my age with white blonde hair was standing in front of the old man and pointing another wooden stick at him. I think that the boy, Draco was his name I believe, was planning to kill the other man. But he didn't do it. A bunch of people ran up the stairs and one of them did kill the man. We went flying off of the tower. What in the world is going on? My imagination couldn't possibly be that good. I wish these dreams would just go away. I hope that they'll stop soon. I don't know what any of them mean. I'm so tired of seeing these wooden sticks and hearing words that aren't words, such as Muggle and Quidditch. I must be going insane.

Journal,

I've just started this journal and it will be an offshoot of my real one. I feel that I have a necessity for a Journal of Impossible Things. These past nights, I have been plagued with these strange dreams, and they're all impossible. Now, I know that dreams are just your subconscious throwing your imagination in a blender, but these dreams just aren't normal! I feel as if they're familiar in a way... but they are just too strange for words! Oh well, I'll try to write them down anyway.

The first one I had was three nights ago, and it was the extremely unnerving. In the dream, I was a spectator, but also the main person the dream was happening to, does that make any sense? I saw a very young version of myself walking down a crowded street with a very VERY large gruffy man at my side. The man's name was Hagrid or something like that and all around me, there were men and women wearing pointed hats. I, the spectator, though everyone was at a rally for some kind of fashion statement, but I, the younger, was quite at ease. Actually, I felt a massive feeling of awe encompass me at every sight my youngerself took in. There were owls hanging in bird cages, a store with a broom stick in it (though how the 'art' of sweeping a broom turned out to be called 'Quidditch', still evades me) and many other stores, advertising things like spell books and cauldrons. My younger self seemed to accept everything, but I was astounded. What on earth were they talking about?! Then, I, the younger, left 'Hagrid' and walked into a store called Ollivar's, or something like that, although I think there was a D in there somewhere. Inside the shop, there were numerous rectangular boxes piled high. From there, the dream was a bit of a blur, although I remember watching myself wave a brown stick and a flurry of red and gold sparks came out of it. Simultaneously, I felt a feeling of warmth in my right arm. I think I was insane in this dream, Journal. I mean, who in their right mind would wave a stick? At this point, the dream ended and I woke up, extremely confused. Wouldn't you be, Journal?

Although I thought that dream quite strange, it was only the first in a line of even stranger dreams. Two nights ago, I had another dream. This one featured a strange animal and a girl that I'd never seen before. In this dream, I was on the back of a kind of flying animal. It seemed to be part-bird and part-horse. It had large grey wings and its feathers were a bit slippery. Behind me, there was a girl with bushy brown hair and she was also clinging to the bird...horse...thing... Behind us, I saw a huge castle. Literally, a castle. It had turrets and towers and numerous windows that lit up from lights. Where was I? I forgot to mention, Journal, that it was night time. There was a full moon out and in the distance, I saw a massive tree. It had stocky limbs and needles that were still. Suddenly, a streak of something dark and small shot into the tree. I remember being shocked. How could something go into a tree? Then, the big tree began waving its arms about, as if it was possessed, and it began smashing its arms into the ground and through the air. At that point, the animal I was riding began to descend and I woke up. What's happening to me? The girl seemed to know me because she would call, "Harry! Harry!" But I've never seen her before in my life. I wonder if I ate something bad at Ryan's party four days ago.

Last night, I had my craziest dream yet. In it, me and other people my age were in a strange place that one of them called the Department of Mysteries. In the dream, it seemed as if we were all great friends and we all carried long wooden sticks. The Department of Mysteries was dark and there were misty orbs everywhere. Literally, they had mist inside of them. But that's impossible! Anyway, in the dream, there were these scary people in big black cloaks and shiny skull-like masks. They also had sticks that they pointed at us. We were fighting each other (don't ask me how) and we kept saying things like, "Stupefy!" and "Reducto!". I have no idea what those things are, but it caused light to shoot out of the sticks and hit the scary cloaked people and also the spheres on the wall. One of the masked people had long white-blond hair and he said they were prophecies, which was weird. Prophecies don't exist... I think he was insane. Strangely, people were getting knocked away by the lights coming out of the sticks. Is that just a random way for my subconscious to say that words are powerful? I don't know... I don't know anything right now. My dream ended when I was helping one of the people there, a guy named Neville. His legs had gone all weird and when I was helping him, I dropped a sphere that was in my hand. It broke on the floor and when it shattered, a bunch of mist came out in the shape of a woman. Then I woke up. Weird, right? What's happening to me? Maybe I was on the right track with Ryan's party... that hamburger did taste funny...

Entry 1:

I had the strangest dream last night. It seemed odd and well completely impossible. I know most dreams seem strange or out of this world, but this one was so clear, so vivid, that I almost thought it was real. I felt like I needed to write it down cause where else can I explain it. No one would want to listen to some silly dream, especially not my Aunt and Uncle. So I guess here goes. It started it out normal like. I was in a room decorated in shades of red and gold. It was dark with only the flames of the fireplace as light. I was sitting in an armchair, waiting for something. I had been thinking that had just made it in time. I glanced to a nearby table and saw badges that read POTTER REALLY STINKS. When I looked back to the fireplace I jumped. A face had appeared. My dream self recognized him and I still feel that I know him, but I can’t for the life of me figure out who it was. I was about to speak, his name was at the tip of my tongue, when the dream ended. I can still picture the man shaped embers in the fireplace. I know it is impossible, but I almost feel as if it was some memory I had just happened to remember. Too bad in the real world heated coals don’t form shapes of people.

Entry 2:

It’s been three days since my last entry. I had another dream, more surreal then the first. Well I guess it isn’t completely out of the ordinary, but I have never kissed a girl before so I guess it was wonderful in my opinion. I was in a large room that had bookcases and cushions. I was proud of the room, but I don’t know why. I felt happy and that I had accomplished something. I don’t know why I felt that way either. Well all sorts of kids in strange dark robes left the room, but me and one other remained. She was good-looking and I kept thinking over that it was my chance now or never. I walked over to her and we said a few things. I noticed mistletoe and said something about nargles. I don’t know what nargles are and I have a feeling I didn’t know then either. Maybe it was a joke though I am not sure. Then we kissed. Well then it ended. I don’t think the kiss was what I expected, but I was happy about it. Now that I look back on the dream one of the strangely dressed kids leaving the room had stalled a bit before leaving. She had red hair that reminded me of fire. She was gorgeous, but at the time I wasn’t paying attention to her. I feel bad about it now, but I shouldn’t. It was only a dream, right? Well then my dream changed. A red head boy that looked related to the girl shouted that they won. Four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty. There was celebration all throughout the room. It was the same room from his first strange dream. Then the red hared girl ran towards me and flung her arms around me. I then kissed her. More passionately than I did that Asian girl in the large room. I didn’t care about what everyone else in the room thought or did, I was just happy finally kissing her. When the kiss ended I realized how silent it was. Then there were wolf-whistles and nervous giggling. When I awoke I was happy and I spoke a name, Ginny. I wonder if that’s the name I gave the girl of my dreams.

Entry 3:

I had another dream. This one was beyond strange. I was running around, running from some beast. I think it was a dragon, like those from books and movies, but I could never get a still glance of it. I pulled out a stick before yelling, Accio Firebolt. Then a broom came zooming towards me. I then hopped on it and flew. I know strange, bizarre, completely nutters. Maybe I have watched too many old witch movies or something. But anyways then I flew off, flying away from it. I flew around towers of a huge castle. It was amazing and just the thought of it now makes some joy spring up in me, but at the time of course I was more worried about the dragon trying to kill me. Well eventually I got back to the rocky place where I started and I reached down to a center rock and grabbed a golden egg that lay there. I guess that it was something I was supposed to get because then the crowd, which I didn’t notice until then, started cheering my name, Harry, Harry, over and over. I think I am crazy for having such an odd dream. I mean it must have been a game of some sort and what a sick game, having a kid run from a dragon. Well I have to admit hearing the cheers was wonderful.

Well done to everyone who completed this class. Your points are below:

Gryffindor
arctic_wolf_20891: 50
RhiannonMei: 50

Slytherin
Gemma_Cullen-Malfoy: 50
drkangelcat: 50

Hufflepuff
Ellemenae: 50

Ravenclaw
stephy: 50
Rigby Dumbledore: 50

Lmao, awesome Elana.

100 points and a big

Entry 1 An odd murder: I had another one of those magic related dreams...again! So, i'm in this maze, it's a large one made of hedges for the walls. I'm running towards something shiny. Then, i hear someone calling my name from behind me. I turn around and help him out of this new kind of plant that try's to kill you like a python, i don't even know who this boy is. We then run towards this shiny thing, we both grab on and we are taken to a strange place that smelled of death, and the boy was murdered by this man in a long black coat. I was so freaked out from that dream, i woke up in a cold sweat, crying for some odd reason.

Entry 2 Odd things: I'm getting sick and tired of these weird dreams! Okay, so it looks like i was in my room. I hear my doorknob move. I jump up with a stick looking thing. Then the door busted open, and 3 people were behind it. Why i'm dreaming about strangers, i don't know. Anyway, i run up and hug a very short, odd looking man. I then said,

Quote :

"What are you doing here?"
The man said,

"Rescuing you of course." I don't know why i would need rescuing. I have a good home here in London. We then, go downstairs, and go to my front lawn. 4 brooms then fly into each one's of our hands. This is getting weird, i know. And we FLY to this odd set of apartments, where it goes: Apartment 11,12,14. It SKIPS 13. Have you ever seen anything so odd? I haven't. And that's when i woke up.


Entry 3 Train trouble: Yes. Another unbelievable dream. I am on this huge, scarlet and black train, sitting with 2 people. 1 boy the other girl. The boy was definably and the girl was a lighish brown hair. We are sitting talking about...well, all i remember is we said "Serious" and the color "Black" I don't know why we were talking about colors. Anyway, all of a sudden, the temperature dropped like 20 degrees. The window the boy was looking out fogged. I could see all of our breath. We all sat there, pinned to our seats. Then, we saw a hand of moldy, green and long fingers rap around the handle to get to where we were sitting. It opened the door, and looked at all of us, then looked at me. It then started sucking something out of me. It felt like it was sucking the life out of me. That went on for 2 minuets, and then things went black. Before that happened, i saw a man, with a stick thing mouthing a few words, and a silver light came out the tip of the stick. I then woke up.

I hope the boy and the girl lived. I would also thank the man that saved my life in the dream.




I think i may either have a physiological problem, or i am a very imaginative person. I hope it's the 2nd thing. My mom would blow her top to pay a psychiatric.[center]

Amelia :: 90
Some points were deducted due to some incorrect capitalization and starting for a sentence with a number. Aside from those, nice entries!