#31 Pt. 1: “‘…I promise I’ll be back.'”

Editors Note: I’m going to divide this dream between three days because it’s huge. I’ll also add links for people who don’t know the stories that influenced this dream (I’m one of those people in the case of Eragon.)

Okay so basically I had this dream YEARS ago, like when I was 12 (I’m 16 now), but the dream was so vivid, so real, long, bizarre and so emotional I have not forgotten it to this day. I don’t blame you if you don’t add this dream (or read the whole thing), because it’s extremely long and complicated, but I’m happy to tell it anyway because I’ve honestly never had a dream as wicked in my life as this one.

Also note, when I had this dream I was reading the fourth book of Harry Potter and the first book of Eragon. Which I think is interesting because in my dream I predicted a few things that occur later in the series, such as Sirius‘s death, and where Snape’s loyalty is.

So in my dream, It was my Bat Mitzvah (a Jewish celebration of a girl turning 12- the year she is considered an adult), there was a huge party at my school in the gym, fancy tables, decorations, and tons of people (although for some reason they were all Rabbis who I didn’t know and no one I knew besides my direct family), it looked as though my family was very high-class. For entertainment, my parents decided to hire a comedian, so they hired the genie from Aladdin.

My dream begins with me in the audience sitting next to my father, who apparently was Sirius Black from the Harry Potter series. He was very handsome, dressed in a tux and he was so happy. And for some reason, he kept referring to me as “princess”, and I felt so happy being around him, and him around me. But at one point in intermission (from the genie’s performance), Sirius stood up and looked at me gravely and said, “I need to go–I promise I’ll be back”, although he said it with a smile, his tone hinted that he was worried about something, but didn’t want to tell me. So before I could object, he disappeared. Furious, worried and alone, I immediately accosted my mother, who was sitting next to my aunt. Both were dressed ridiculously in 18th century dresses, laughing to themselves without a care in the world. I asked my mother where Sirius was, but she only continued to laugh. I threatened her that I’d leave if she didn’t tell me. But she just gave a look to her sister that said, “She clearly isn’t an adult yet” and again, began to laugh. I stormed off in a rage to the other end of the large gym where there were no decorations.

As I walked, the wooden gym floor soon turned into a huge lake, and I was suddenly outside. I saw a bridge over the water and an old man sitting there fishing. Apparently the old man was Brom from the Eragon series, and he was my uncle. So I tried to call out to him, but because he was so old, he couldn’t hear me. So I tried to walk on the water (I have no idea why) and I obviously began to sink in the water. As I screamed for help, Brom heard me and jumped into the water. What was weird about this, was that in my dream, I left the perspective of myself, and I saw what was happening through Brom’s perspective. Through Brom’s eyes, I watched as he swam to me with what little energy he had left in his frail body and saved me. While swimming to shore, I asked Brom if he knew where Sirius was, but he said he didn’t now. Almost at the bridge, he let go of me, and said I should try to make it to the bridge by myself, he’d catch up. So (still in Brom’s perspective) I watched as I swam to the bridge. But soon, Brom began to drown, and I saw through his eyes as he went benethe the surface into darkness. Just at the moment when he’s about to die, my perspective jumps back to me for some reason and I’m on land, still walking around.


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