Backstory time. So there’s this mean-in-a-bad-sarcastic way girl, Sonia*, who was a senior when I was a freshman, and she was “helping my teacher out” during one of my classes. She then decides to sort everyone in the class into a Hogwarts house, and she puts me in Slytherin. I was upset because Slytherin is where the dark wizards usually go, and I did not and do not want to be a dark wizard. From that moment on, I hated her.
My dream from a few months ago went something like this:
I was just hanging out in the school parking lot with some schoolmates and “Sorting Hat Sonia*.” In my dream, she seemed like a nice person who was similar to my normal friends. She started giving makeovers or something, and she came up to me and shaved my eyebrow off. One eyebrow. Like. Just the right eyebrow. I didn’t notice at first, but when I felt the breeze on my now bald brow, I was furious. First of all, that was my eyebrow. Second, at least make it symmetrical? I began charging at her, but everyone else held me back because I was so angry. She ran away with a smirk on her face. When everyone let me go, I ran around my school trying to find her because I had a strong urge to kill her. (This is a dream-only feeling. I do not want to kill anyone in real life.) I was stalking through the halls trying to spot her or hear her taunting chuckles. After several minutes of this frivolous searching, I decided to go key her car. (This is also a dream-only feeling. I do not want to vandalize property belonging to any one.) As I made my way over to her car, I woke up.
*Name has been changed
