I woke up this morning from one of the weirdest dreams ever. It was a Harry Potter dream. Part of it was like I was watching the movie from #4, part was like I was reading from #5, sometimes it felt like I was watching/reading from an outside perspective, and part of the time I felt like actually in the story. After one particularly frightening moment, I remember telling Hermione that "well, I've read the book, so I knew it was going to be okay". And she acted like that made perfect sense. There were singing scarecrows, broken beepers, and other aliterative weirdness.
Now I kinda want to go read GoF, even though I'm just about halfway through Galactic Patrol.