The Blurred Lines of Reality

Brayden woke up with a start, his heart still racing from the events of his dream. He sat up in bed, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. It had all felt so real - the sneaking into the Gryffindor common room, the shadowy figure of Rowan, the sense of unease that had been building up inside him. But as he looked around his darkened dormitory, he realized that it had all been just a dream. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Reality was a lot more straightforward than his subconscious mind was making it out to be. Rowan, for one, wouldn't be able to get into the Gryffindor common room even if he wanted to - he didn't have the password, and besides, he was in Slytherin, not Gryffindor. Brayden chuckled to himself as he thought about how ridiculous his dream had been. He lay back down, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. It was just a dream, after all. He closed his eyes, trying to drift off to sleep once again. But his mind had other plans. As soon as he started to doze off, he was transported to another dream. This time, he found himself standing in the Great Hall, the long tables laden with food, the ceiling enchanted to look like a bright blue sky. But something was off. The Hufflepuff colors were draped across the walls, and the students sitting at the tables were all wearing Hufflepuff robes. Brayden felt a sense of calm wash over him as he looked around. This was a welcome change from the anxiety of his previous dream. He walked over to the Hufflepuff table, feeling a sense of belonging that he hadn't felt in a long time. The students looked friendly and welcoming, and Brayden felt like he had finally found a place where he fit in. But as he sat down at the table, he started to feel a sense of unease. The atmosphere in the Great Hall began to shift, and the Hufflepuff colors started to fade away. The tables began to rearrange themselves, and Brayden found himself standing in front of the Slytherin table. He looked around, and his heart sank. Elizabeth and Rowan were sitting together, laughing and chatting like old friends. Brayden felt a pang of jealousy and confusion. What was going on? Why was he having these dreams, and what did they mean? As he stood there, frozen in uncertainty, Elizabeth looked up and caught his eye. She smiled, and Brayden felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. But when he tried to take a step forward, everything went black. Brayden woke up with a start, his heart racing once again. He sat up in bed, trying to make sense of his dreams. What was his subconscious mind trying to tell him? And why did he keep seeing Elizabeth and Rowan together? He didn't know, but he was determined to find out.