Dream Two

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Note: There are reasons for the punctuation and spelling in this one. If you keep reading it gets explained.

Bonus points if you can tell what The Stranger and Harry are watching. It's two different movies.

To my bro amigo, Lance Corporal Joseph B. Maglione…fuckin' Iraqi assholes…RIP

Sometime later…

This time the dream came much quicker. Harry fell asleep then found himself sitting on an overstuffed couch watching television.

"Wassup, home slice?" The Stranger asked. He had the remote to the TV in his hand.

"Nothing much. Howa' ye been?" Harry saw a bowl of popcorn next to him and took a handful.

"I have to tell you, this television thing? It's gunna to catch on one day."

"…Excuse me for not knowing about El Salvador, like I'm ever going to Spain anyway…" a voice from the TV lamented.

"What're we watchin'?" Harry asked

The Stranger shrugged. "Don' know. All I know is I thinkin' she's pretty hot." The Stranger pointed at the girl on the screen.

"Not bad lookin'. I have a question." Harry spat out some of the popcorn. It tasted like cherry.

"Shoot." The Stranger changed channels.

"Is this heaven?."The TV asked.

"Why am I here?"

"Ah!" The Stranger flipped back to the first show. "It's to relax righ' now."

"Does the word "duh" mean anything to you?" The girl from the first movie accused.

"Why do I need ta relax?" Harry stretched out his body. He didn't mind relaxing. But why this way?

"You wouldn't believe meh if I told ya." The Stranger told Harry.

"Try meh."

The Stranger looked at the TV.

"None of the other girls ever gave me this much trouble." A man on the TV sighed.

"Okay, so here's the deal." The Stranger took some of Harry's cherry-flavored popcorn. "The Big Men, the guys, in the non-gender way, in charge of everything, need a warrior. They choose you. They can't undo this, and you are so about to crack. So they doin' everything they can to help ya."

"Usin' dreams?" Harry was annoyed. There had to be better ways.

"Yeah."

"I mean, when I'm in these dreams, I remem'er the other ones, but never when I'm awake. What help are they?"

"…You're the guy. You're the chosen guy." Someone on the TV shouted.

"Like the movie said, you're the guy," The Stranger also spat out his popcorn. "Besides, The Big Men can't interfere directly. If you choose not to remember your dreams, than you can. But They, and I for that matter, cannot force ya into anything."

"Is this out of some book? You have got to be kiddin' me!" Harry groaned.

"I know, it is like some book, ain't it? But then again, where do you think authors get their inspirations? Themselves? Bwa, right! The Big Men give it to 'em."

"One other question. Why the hell am I speaking so strange? I sound like a Yank!"

"Not just any Yank there Harry, you're speaking like a Southerner. Nice drawl an' all."

"Okay, Southerner than, but why?"

"Oh God, you're gunna make me answer this, ain't cha?" Harry nodded an affirmative. "It has somethin' to do with relaxin' tones. 'Parently, the way were speakin' now is the tone, and I quote 'Most likely to result in a temporary state of calmness and / or relaxation.'"

"Now that sound like some corporate bullshit."

"Good, I'm not the only one." The Stranger flipped off the TV. "So that was the one question you had?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'll be seein' ya then."

Harry woke up back in his bed at Hogwarts, oblivious to the conversation he just had.

Note: Now if you're still reading this, next chapter should be coming just after Easter. I do have exams that week, but I've decided that I don't care so...I've got a lot of free time now.