Like everything else you love in your life, Harry Potter, The Lord Of The Rings and Colin Firth, they do not exist to you in the way that you would like them to. You cannot perform a Patronus, holiday in Rivendell and Colin Firth doesn't even know that you exist, yet you desperately pray that this will all change, similarly to how you wish Jurassic Park was endorsed and the attractions didn't eat everyone. Thank you Hollywood, for realising just how mundane your life is and no matter how much you wish for it, there will never be a velociraptor in your kitchen.