I had weird dreams.
Clearly influenced by the Harry Potter fan-fic I was reading before bed, so I'm not looking for a deeper meaning.
But it involved Harry Potter, a giant creature that is like super-dementor, Death Eaters, and bank robberies and portkeys.
And it all made sense in my head. And it was exciting and intriguing. And I couldn't wait to tell DH about it.
Only, awake, it makes absolutely no goddamned sense. And there is no real order to the sequence of events.
Dreams are weird.