This dream came in two parts; the weird part, and the action. Of course some of you will prefer to go straight into the action, so by all means, skip to “but anyways” 🙂
I’d finally moved back to Uni! But this time our halls of residence flat was more than weird. One of my flatmates (for the purposes of this dream shall be called Sarah) had already moved in, and decided to give me the grand tour.
I was supposed to be in room 1, so I went to the first door I came across. But it was room 14. Well that was odd. There was only supposed to be five rooms.
The next door wouldn’t open, and wasn’t labelled. The next was my door. But each of the doors I could see down this corridor were distinctly different. 14 had been brown and shiny. Mine was like the usual halls of residence doors. Number 2 next to mine was wooden, and number 3 had a white door that blended in with the wall. 3 was Sarah’s room, and it looked like nothing more than an airing closet. I couldn’t imagine it being a big room.
Next door to her was the bathroom. Well, I say bathroom… it was cramped, dark and disgusting. It was so cramped in fact, that the bath had to be raised high, like a bunk bed, only with no ladder. How the hell did they expect us to get up there?!
I wasn’t looking forward to living there after seeing that. But then right next door was a modern refurbished bathroom, all white and pristine and spacious. The bath may have been better looking in this one, but it was still a bloody bunk bath.
Then we went past numerous rooms and headed for the kitchen. I had been warned beforehand that our new kitchen was long but not wide. I underestimated just how wide. This was a state of the art open plan kitchen, and it was huge! Two boys were already in it, and I recognised them from High School. Oh well, that meant I only had ten more flatmates to meet…
Soon enough, the entire kitchen was full of people, and I understood the necessity of having such a large kitchen.
Once we’d all settled in, I knew he’d find me. He always did. I was the one person in the world he wanted to kill more than anything, and he was determined to do it. Sure enough, when I looked out my bedroom window, he was there.
And it was at that particular moment that he looked up at my window, and leered. “I know you’re in there!” He boomed. Yet for some reason, he wouldn’t enter the flat himself. Like he couldn’t come in without an invite or something. Vampire Voldemort.
I ran to get Sarah, and we broke into the next door flat with a few of our flatmates. There was an explosion, and we saw chunks of the wall outside blown apart. Oh God. I was putting these people’s lives at risk. Each explosion sounded like the whip of a wand. But these weren’t intended to hurt anyone. These were just the warning signals, telling me to give myself up. The real pain would begin soon.
I ran back to my flat and began gathering bits and pieces I’d need with me. But then Sarah called my name and said it was too dangerous to be in there. I sighed. Of course she was write. I took back with me whatever was already in my arms.
Not a minute later, we watched as a huge fireball hiss through the air and plummet into the flat. The entire building went up in flames instantly and collapsed to the ground. Bits of the fire clung to the floorboard of the building we were in, and one of our cleverer flatmates quelled them.
Only now there was a big problem. This flat now only had three walls.
I looked at Sarah. She was here to protect me, at all costs. She nodded, and we all evacuated into the darkness. I pulled my hood up, and slunk into the trees with everyone else. We reached a deserted street, and hid in a derelict building. From a secret entrance, survivors joined us, and I was glad to see so many of them. Others had not been so fortunate. I tried not to think about them.
A big, Heimdall-like guy stood watch over us. He looked at me with concern. I started babbling at him, saying, “I lost all my stuff… All my possessions, just… gone.”
“Didn’t you have cats?” He asked.
My stomach dropped. How had I forgotten them?! I should have looked for them around the flat, should have attempted to rescue them before…
I didn’t want to think about it. I went into the main room where everyone was sat. I was trying desperately hard not to cry.
There was a soft meowing from behind me. But I was sat against a wall. I pushed at it, and a section swung back to reveal a small, hidden passageway. To my amazement, dozens of cats began milling out of the wall, meowing as they tried to find their owners.
I saw several cats that looked like one of mine, but none that looked like the other. When the last of the cats came through, I gave up hope.
I may have gotten away with my life, but Voldemort had killed my cats.
This time, it was war.