They’re jamming a bunch more people in our bedroom. I go in and my bed is moved over and another pot at the foot. I crawl across and my little space between the bad and the wall is still there.
Flying with someone, and they have a fighter. I go next to them, then ahead. We start running into clouds, then odd clumps of fluff, then bags of blue liquid. I ask the other person what’s up and it looks like we’re in some other dimension. Everything solidifies into the Harry Potter dimension and we walk through the library. I pick up a wand that’s not finished, and it has some papers with it. I talk about finishing it, drilling a hole for the thing, and it has a flower on the end. Walk away and someone is talking about the papers.