I was at a castle, in the middle of a cold, rainy night. Harry and I were racing up and down the towers and staircases, flinging spells behind us as we were chased by what looked like Cardinal Richilieu (or someone thereabouts) and his gang. Voldemort might have been there too. So we finally got out of the castle, and I jumped in the way of a spell to save Harry but it didn't hit either of us (thank goodness) and we started leaping down the stairs into a dank, deep place where we couldn't see.
Richilieu & Voldemort's men finally cornered us underground and we made our way into what looked like a metro station entrance - there was light, the walls and floor were a dirty beige, and there were people milling about, including our friends who had also gotten caught: Princess Leia, Han Solo, and Luke.
They put us in a metro car (it looked like a trailer inside, complete with raggedy carpet, a kitchen and bathroom, and a living room) and started taking us waaaaay deeper than we ever thought possible. We started discussing PuddleGlum and the Silver Chair and wondered if we were about to have a similar experience.
I was sitting on an old stuffed chair covered in a blanket and someone noticed that there was smoke coming from beneath the chair. I got off and lifted it up, and there was a huge hole right under the chair. The blanket was caught in the machinery of the car and it had caught on fire. I immediately went to the bathroom and grabbed a plastic cup from there, and then a plastic bowl from the kitchen and filled them up. When I got back, I stood away from the hole and poured the water in (I knew the steam would be really hot).
Apparently they thought it was amazing that I would know to stay back from the steam because some prison guard had gotten hurt by sticking his face over the fire and pouring water on it some time ago. I explained that I had dealt with steam before while building the bottom of a dollhouse (don't know where that came from, as that is not true in my real life).
Then I sat on the floor next to a prison guard who was crocheting, and he showed me a book full of crochet stitches and I mentioned I'd brought my crochet needle (and knitting, but I worried they'd take my knitting needles away as they were pointy). He offered to lend me the book and we sat happily crocheting until the trailer car stopped.
Then we were herded out into a big space that must have been miles and miles under the earth.
It was dark, and empty, and I didn't know how long we were going to be here, but we were together, and we would come up with a plan to escape. And then we'd escape.
Unfortunately, this is where I woke up.
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