The other night, I had what I think may very well be the oddest and most hilarious dream of my life, to date. In short, I was playing poker with my cousin Justin, Todd Packer from The Office, and Lord Voldemort.
You heard that right. Voldemort. And my real-life cousin. And an actor whose name I don't remember. Though, in the dream, he was the sleazy character he plays on TV, not himself. Insane. Especially since I despise that character, do not know how to play poker, and the ONLY one of these people whom I would EVER associate with in real life, is, of course, The Dark Lord. I mean, Justin.
I don't remember much of the dream, but right before I woke up, I must have said something awesome, because all three of these men reached out to give me a high five. The very last thing I did before coming to was slap hands with Voldemort, who didn't know how to do it right. He kept his fingers pointed out, like he was all about Hitler (which I wouldn't doubt, given his history), and I tried to correct him. He looked down and admitted that his wrists didn't flex back. He seemed so dejected and sad. I was about to say something like, "It's okay, buddy. I know that kid did a number on you," but then I woke up.
I whispered to my husband, "I think I just had a dream that Voldemort gave me a high-five."
Joshua said something like, "That's unsettling," but it was muffled and he was half asleep. Then I realized how crazy I sounded. I'm half tempted to look up in the books about those faulty wrist joints, but something tells me I just pulled that from some other unprocessed brainwave.
I must just be really excited about these movies. And high-fives. And... poker, I guess.
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