I dreamed that Winnie-the-Pooh, but specifically the fuzzy version from the recent Ewan McGregor movie “Christopher Robin”, was my new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher/King of a super lavish Beowulf-era law firm that made the delicacy of Popcorn in their roaring hearths.

First I was trying to infiltrate this firm to defraud Pooh (?) into giving me a Super Prestigious and also Evil internship I wasnt qualified for and didnt want, then we were all sleigh-riding down a snow-covered highway in a desperate hurry.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were there and trying to conspire with Pooh to install my (Indian) housemate as the colonial governor of Uttar Pradesh, India.