Now I know what happens when I stay up too late watching TLC

I dreamed about an alternate ending to the sixth Harry Potter book last night.  I was Harry, even though I was a witch.  And Dumbledore was definitely played by Ian McKellen/Gandalf of Lord of the Rings, which is probably how it should be in real life.  We were in a forest and it was snowy and Dumbledalf didn’t seem to have feet under all of his robes.  He hovered, but he left footprints in the snow.  It was odd.

It’s not odd that the first floor of the Hogwarts dormitory looked like Michaela and Sully’s homestead on Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman and the second floor looked like a cabin at Camp Jewell.  It’s not all that bizarre that after I survived Voldemort’s attack, the dream took a turn toward the serial killer in the woods ending.  I’m not even surprised that Matt Roloff from Little People, Big World was my house elf.

The weirdest part?  Is that I have no idea what Harry Potter was doing in my subconcious, but it makes absolutely perfect sense that Matt Roloff was there, too.