Last night I had the most mystic dream of magic and wonder. And it just makes my weekend ten times even better.
The image that I remember most vividly is I was, in my dream, flying over a large landscape of plateau or scottish valleys/lands of some sort at quiet dark night (nothing, nobody, just landscape), and in front of me there is a cliff; on the top of the cliff there is a small cottage covered fully by forest green ivy, and it is so high above the rest of the world. The cliff is so tall that nothing can been seen from above where it is at, except quietness and vastness of the plain: full of Harry Potter movie feelings.
Then in my dream I flew to the front of the cliff facing the cottage window: it is as if time is reversing around that cottage, the shattered glasses hovering in the air are growing/getting back to where there were before on the window, and the whole process is like slow-motion plus time-lapse, super beautiful and magical. But everything else in the landscape is at normal time speed yet something mystic and epic is happening in that somewhat scottish/harrypotterish landscape.
And then, like watching a movie, I saw a huge opening title “Happy Potter and blah blah blah” appear just the way the glasses were growing back to the window.
Wicked. I must have been watching too much vimeo time-lapse videos. And there are many other epic things going on in the rest of the dream, but this is the only part I can recall quite vividly now. They may comeback to me anytime later (it happens a lot) hahaha.