The Dream of Erised

For someone who considers themselves extraordinarily lazy, I work far too much.  I added up my hours and over the next eight days I'm working a grand total of 97 hours (not including driving).

While I have never been one to sit around for days on end, I'm a bit concerned with my lack of free time.  Last night, instead of going to bed at a reasonable hour as I had hoped, I ended up going to sleep around 4AM and getting about four hours of sleep before I had to be at work for 9AM.

The reason I was up so late was due to my pack rat tendencies.  I hate to throw things away and for the last six months stuff had been piling up in my closet.  I decided to take some time to clean it out and since I worked until 11PM, the only logical time to do it was late in the evening.

Whilst cleaning, I decided to listen to Harry Potter and the

Sorcerer's Stone on tape.  Back when I was a junior in high school I developed a ritual in which every night before bed I would listen to a Harry Potter book on tape.  I have stuck to this almost religiously for the last four years and I would say I have probably listened to the entire book series around four or five times.  

I recently restarted the series and was listening for a few hours last night and it was the first Christmas Harry had that he enjoyed.  He received the invisibility cloak as a gift and went wandering through Hogwarts.  He almost got caught by the caretaker in the library and dashes  to a random room where he stumbles upon the Mirror of Erised.

While I was listening to the book and going through my closet, I started to think about what I would see in the mirror if I were to look into the Mirror of Erised. 

 

According to Dumbledore, the Mirror of Erised "shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts" and at this point right now, I can't think of anything that I want that I don't have (except perhaps a live kitten, but that will be remedied once I get a pet friendly apartment).

I am lucky enough to have a loving family, I have way more clothes than I need, 

even in the tough economy I have three jobs, I have a wonderful boyfriend, amazing friends, and am lucky enough to be furthering my education at a rather well known university.  I know I complain sometimes, but I really think I have a great life and have a lot to be happy about.

While I was thinking about my deepest desires, I started to think about my dreams.  Almost every night, I have extremely vivid and extremely unrealistic dreams.  I can't help but wonder if I do have secret hidden desires that I don't know about and these desires manifest themselves in my dreams.  Recently, I have dreamt of a pokephone (an rather odd contraption that has yet to be invented), a day trip to Disney world with my sister, becoming a lesbian with a good friend, my sister dying an untimely death, being invited to the Oscars by Robert Pattinson, learning to fly a plane, crashing a plane onto my high school field day and working A LOT.  

I can't think of anything in particular that I really want right now, so I guess I'll just assume my dreams are the product of an overworked imagination.