Remember the night before Oct 29th, 2010? It was a Friday. I had another very vivid dream. except this one was very emotional. I was sobbing. there was this strange notion that if my life was a Harry Potter book, I was Harry Potter. destined to do something great. we had to set off on a very important journey. I had to kill someone. someone equivalent to that of Voldemort. I was in a room. I had just figured out what an important message meant. there was a parrot. the parrot was running on top of one of those ceiling fans. my friends were there to say good bye to me. I knew that on this journey, I would have to learn to fly. I mean literally fly...like superman. I had just learned that not only was this possible, but necessary. but I knew that humans were not meant to fly. So as a result, I would end up dying. but I had to do this to save something greater than any one person. and I had to do this, because no one else would be capable of it. I had one final meal with my parents. It was about 2:30 pm. we were in our home, but our home was somewhere around the mid-west. and after that, we had to drive out to california for this epic journey.
Maybe someone was trying to tell me I should be Harry Potter for Halloween...or Superman...or something else entirely?
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