The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma

Dream 5

I was at a wizarding school, like Hogwarts. There was a courtyard area where everyone would practice whatever they needed to for an hour a day.

Me being me, I practice accio, to get my broomstick so I can just hover above everyone.

Some punk steals my wand when I come back down. He challenges me to a fight, which is the only way to win the loyalty of someone else's wand. I win, and we become friends.

Voldemort comes back. I know I want to fight the Death Eaters, but I know the only way to get out of school other than dropping out is to die, so I plan to fake my death, because dream logic is weird.

My new friend hears about this, and he's like "Dude, if you fake your death, I'm faking mine." And I'm like "As you wish" because I LIVE for The Princess Bride.

So we fake our deaths, I don't remember how. I'm slinking around outside my dorm, thinking about what I will need now that everyone thinks I'm dead. "Accio my bass guitar, accio my Neil Gaiman books," and I run away.

The end.

Obviously, Dream!Sam knows her priorities.