Things I think about when I am sleeping

Woke from a nightmare where Harry Potter was imprisoned in Trump tower in the seventies in New York. There was a very uncomfortable metal framed twin bed and a thin uncurtained window looking out at a dingy yellow sky. Stark white walls and horrible school room fluorescent lights. There was no door on his room and the combover guard was sitting hunched over a tv dinner watching Archie Bunker on a tv with rabbit ears. Harry was wringing his fists and pulling his wirey hair. All of the sudden he heard Ginny or Hermione's voice saying annoyedly that he should have miniaturized a suitcase full of useful items a long time ago and hidden it on his person seeing as he was always in mortal danger. One of them said nevermind, I'll do it. Then the suitcase was all of the sudden laying open in front of him, as she had gone back in time. He was smiling and laughing at how happy he was to see nicely wrapped peanut butter cookies and like seven pairs of clean underwear, including training pants. It had been a while since he had been able to change anything. Harry was switching between being a toddler in training pants and a young man when he saw his wand. Then I woke up.