Day 11 – Divination: Interpret a dream you’ve had recently.

For this post, I will interpret a dream I had repeatedly as a child—a funny story that still tickles me. It’s not a recent story or dream, but I don’t dream that often.

As a youngster, I often dreamt of being in a canoe with my mother on the water. She would row us gently, the rhythmic splashes of her paddling blending harmoniously with the endless sunlight glistening on the water. These dreams were comforting, vivid renditions of cherished memories. But they had a twist.
In the midst of this serene setting, I would notice something peculiar rising from the water—a giant tree with a gaping mouth, snapping its jaws closed before sinking back into the depths. It floated there ominously. My mother, ever calm and composed, would tell me to stay calm and breathe. “Why does that tree have a mouth?” I’d ask, my child’s mind grappling with the absurdity.
Each time, the dream would end the same way: my mother swiftly guided us to shore, pulling me out of the boat, and assuring me we were safe.
This dream, though odd and unsettling, intrigued me. Why would a pleasant memory morph into such a bizarre scene? Could I even be sure it was a tree? Trees don’t have mouths, after all.
Weeks of puzzling over this dream led me to confide in my husband, who suggested I ask my mom about it. So I did. Her response was as surprising as the dream itself.
“It wasn’t a dream,” she revealed. “It was a memory. We went canoeing often when you were little, but we stopped after that incident.”
My confusion deepened. “What’s so scary about a tree popping up out of the water?”
With a mix of that eerie dead-eyed stare and a monotone voice, she clarified, “It wasn’t a tree. It was an eight-foot gator. You were two years old.”
Suddenly, the fear in my dream made perfect sense. Yet, one question lingered: why did I remember it as a tree?
“Because you were two,” she explained, “and I told you it was a tree so you wouldn’t freak out.”
This memory, once a source of bewilderment, now brings laughter. It’s one of those funny stories I share when people ask for an amusing tale from my life.

I hope that you enjoyed this wonderful peak into my amusing mind. It’s quite entertaining to me that at such a young age I was still able to retain this memory if only as a dream that made no sense.

This post was inspired by aGeekGal. If you would like to read her post on the answer to the question “When did you first read Harry Potter?” please visit her site here.

aGeekGal has a unique take on the Harry Potter series, and her blog is full of fascinating insights into the world created by J.K. Rowling. By following the link, you can discover her personal experiences and reflections related to the iconic book series.

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