Last night I had a dream that involved a motorcycle; a swimming pool; a drunk, cheating, and grandpa-aged boyfriend; my grade school; a police chase; a lesbian encounter; and someone else’s severed body parts. Yes, I frequently have dreams just as non sequitur, and yes, I’m totally messed up, and

If you did not already see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 at midnight, with all the middle schoolers and other cool people, then I will not spoil it for you, suffice to say that it was really, really good. But perhaps the reason you didn’t see it