I dreamed a full year in my sleep last night. I woke up this morning so incredibly groggy. I'm glad I'm not eleven years old, though. Even if someone paid me, I wouldn't want to go back and re-live those days.
I know a bit more about my dream world now, though. All the lessons and whatnot. I'm not afraid of my wand anymore.
Let's file all of that away in the "things I never thought I'd say" folder.