My dream that I shared in class was a rather interesting one and I'm yet to figure out its relevance to my life, or if it is even meaningful. I chose to share that dream because the most recent dream I could recall at the time involved the death of a friend, and I felt it was simply too depressing.
My dream began with Dumbledore (Harry Potter character) and I flying around through the middle of the night. We were being chased by someone and they were casting spells at us that would shoot past us as flashes of light. Suddenly, Dumbledore crashed into the ground and I quickly followed in an attempt to save him. I awoke in my farmhouse north of Great Falls, MT, with Dumbledore dead against the wall. He had blood running down his face and his eyes were still open looking off towards the ceiling.
I woke up feeling rather exhilarated because it was one of the most interactive and intense dreams I had experienced at the time. The relevance of the dream still alludes me. Although I enjoyed reading the Harry Potter books and my farm is one of the greatest loves in my life, I still cannot see the relation between the two. My farm was the place where my character was shaped, where I learned almost all the skills I have attained today, and where the vast majority of my memories have occurred. Maybe the only relation is that both subjects are familiar to me and my subconscious could recreate scenes from both rather easily. It could quite possibly have no meaning at all, or maybe someday it will all become clear.
Regardless, I'm excited for this class and I am looking forward to the semester!
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