Harry Potter and the Multiple McGonogalls

In spite of being a grown adult IRL, in this dream I was an 11 year old Harry Potter trying to get to my first year at Hogwarts.  It was night time with a light drizzle.  I had already been to the dormitory to drop off my belongings, and I was told I needed to get to "Hogwarts" for the evening meal and ceremony.  In this case, I think Hogwarts actually meant the Great Hall.

After leaving the dorm, I was walking through the fairly empty streets of a normal muggle city.  I came to a part that had fewer lights and I could see the night sky pretty clearly, and there were tons of stars out.  I realized I had been instructed to follow the stars in order to make it to the Great Hall, but as I was looking at them, they started moving and swirling around.  Some were small groups that moved around each other, and other stars moved across the canvas of the night sky.

I was starting to feel very frightened, both because I knew the stars were not supposed to move, and also because I was going to be late to the Great Hall, and as I looked around, Professor McGonogall showed up.  She looked up at the sky and said something like, "This won't do," and raised her wand, swirled it around her head once and then flicked it at the sky.

All of the stars moved back to their original positions in about 5 seconds time.  I looked around to say thank you to Professor McGonogall, but she was nowhere to be found.  I didn't think much of it, and I kept walking until I finally got to the Great Hall.

When I walked in, Professor McGonogall came up to me and asked me where I'd been, and I told her about the stars and said, "Wasn't that you that came and helped me?"  She said, "It certainly was not!" and acted very huffy about it.  We quickly came to the conclusion that someone out there was pretending to be her, and that in spite of them helping me, it was someone that was dangerous and it was a very bad thing.  She sped off to go deal with it.

A little while later the dinner and ceremony were done, and I was back at the dorm with Ron.  I was in this spot that almost felt like a stone stairwell, but it was also supposed to be my dorm or bunk.  It was very high up, and there was a window looking out into the moonlit yard to my right. I also had the feeling that the part of the dorm I was in was suspended over open air, like it was hanging off the side of a tower. 

Ron was unpacking, I was telling him about what was going on with the imposter.  He thought it was weird, too.

Being "Let Better"

It was early morning, and I had just gotten in to work.  It was still dark outside, and a lot of the lights were off in the building.I was in the process of getting settled when my manager, Sam, came to me and started talking.  He was being weird and snarky (not at all like his IRL persona) and finally he let me know I was being let go.  I was floored!  "What do you mean let go?" 

"We figured you could go work with John at Nabisco making Goldfish crackers.  So don't think of it as being 'let go'.  Call it 'let better', because we think will be a better fit for you."

[John recently left my company IRL under some mysterious circumstances, but to my knowledge, he's certainly not at Nabisco.]

I couldn't figure out where this was coming from.  I said, "What about when you said before that if there was a problem with my performance, there would be plenty of advance notice and we could work on it?"

"We figured you'd forget it if we did, just like everything else," he snarled.

I was heartbroken.  I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.  I wound up walking around the office, partially because I was supposed to be getting my stuff together, and partially because I didn't know what else to do.  I talked to a few people, but I didn't get any real info about what was going on.

Finally as I was getting my stuff together, Rachel (co-owner) came by and was talking for a bit.  I told her about what was going on, and she laughed and she said, "What?  He didn't mention that it's only for 30 or 45 days?  It's just for while the whole coronavirus thing blows over, and we figured you'd like doing something with your hands in the mean time."  I felt so relieved, but I couldn't figure out why Sam was being so mean about everything. 

A little while later I passed by Rachel again, and I wound up saying something to her about Hannah, which was her daughter that miscarried a few years ago.  I think it was something along the lines of giving her a hug and saying that I know it can be tough when the anniversary comes around.  She smiled and thanked me, and I went back to meandering around the office until the dream ended.