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The dream was stuck in her mind through out the day. The barest details of it snuck up on her while working. Flashes of it came and went leaving her confused. Over the course of the day she contemplated what he symbolizes and if it meant anything at all. The class he taught makes her sentimental from time to time. Pondering the wonders of the mind makes her bemused. New unique observations, new ideas, things she never thought of before are flowing into her mind. He showed her this and this is what she is grateful for. In the dream when they were alone just for a moment she could almost sense the tension, feel the vibration of emotions, as if she believed in this, as if she truly thought on him in that way, as if she wasn't a complete professional. She wonders if in reality she would avoid him as she did after the incident. As she ran and hid from him away, anywhere but near his voice, his face, him. Analyzing ones own nightmares are tricky and she has found her mind is deceitful. Today she was glad he wasn't at his desk for she would have had to look at him and try not to blush. The dream was inconsequential just a brief wondering of her heart, mind, and soul. He could after all not really be him at all. It could have meant to symbolize the gender in general, not him specifically. The place it happened could have occurred because she is there everyday. But does she believe this? Or is she feeling as if he could really be him and the things he did really mean what they do? And if this is truly what it means then why did it happen there, with him, to her. Is his action just a representation of what she wants over with so she doesn't have to think about it late at night? Why does he do this to her? But it's not really him is it; it is her, her dream, her nightmare, her fault. Her brain is trying to rationalism not emotionalize and she finds this irritating. She forces her wits onto new tasks but the dream clouds her mind. She is filled with questions about all of it. But it is not as if she could go up to a teacher to have him look at her as if she is a love-sick teenager, a stupid, silly child, a demented individual who had a dream about him the other night. It is not as if she could ask Albus Dumbledore why she was dreaming of him last night. And what it means? Why she had it? So Minerva will try and forget the dream with her studies but somehow she realizes she cannot forget this.