Exercise: Switch diaries with your partner and interpret his most recent dreams
Dream Interpretation By Harry Potter
Dream 1: Important facts:
-dreamt by Ron Weasley -Sept. 8th -Subject: cat -Summary: Ron dreams that he is a cat. He eats mice, scratches Snape, steals some ingredient and finally ends up flirting in the common room with Hermioneís cat, Crookshanks. Suddenly, Hermione disappears.
Numerology: Age + date of dream + letters in subject = 15 + 8 + 9 + 3 = 35 3 + 5 = 8 8 = success, fairness, ambition
Interpretation: Oi, Ron, how does this dream show any of this? I give up. This is just weird. I canít see anything in it. Oh well, Iíll give it a try. Itís better when I interpret your funny dreams than when Trelawney interprets mine.
Cats are ambitious creatures (are they really?). So when you turn into a cat it shows your ambition (haha). Your ambition is clear: You want a mate. Crookshanks represents the mate but youíll never get him. (What was the bit about success again?)
Sorry Ron, this just doesnít make sense. Are you certain this is a normal dream?
Dream 2: Important facts:
-dreamt by Ron Weasley -Sept. 7th -Subject: Lavender Brown (or would you like ďkisses?Ē) -Summary: Ron dreams about kissing Lavender Brown. Thereís nothing more to say about this.
Numerology: Age + date of dream + letters in subject = 15 + 7 + 9 + 8 = 39 3 + 9 = 12 1 + 2 = 3 3 = Growth, creativity, expression, cheerfulness
Interpretation: Ah, well, the aspect of growth is your growing feelings towards Lavender. No, Lavender just represents all girls. Ron is growing up! (Haha) Obviously you are cheerful and glad, who wouldnít be? How was the kiss? And maybe youíre quite creative, too, I mean with snogging techniques.
Maybe this dream foreshadows the future. You are growing up and need a girl to become a man (Ickle Ronniekins a man!). There will be one who loves and kisses you. And itís also an expression of your true feelings.
Do you really like Lavender???
Dream 3: Important facts:
-dreamt by Ron -Sept. 6th -Subject: Quidditch -Summary: Ron dreams about playing Quidditch. Heís the Gryffindor Keeper but he canít keep a single ring, so the Slytherins are winning.
Numerology: Age + blahblahblah = 15 + 6 + 9 + 9 = 39 (again) Ok, itís a 3, which means growth, creativity, expression, cheerfulness
Interpretation: I hate Divination. This is so stupid.
I canít see or feel any cheerfulness in this dream. I mean, Gryffindor is losing! Thereís no growth unless you count the Slytherinsí points which are kind of growing. You certainly show creativity because those rings normally donít wander around.
I donít want to know what this dream might meanÖ Maybe it means that you are just too creative when thinking about Quidditch matches? So, your self-esteem has to grow andÖ erÖ no ideaÖ
Well, sorry Ron, I reckon this means you somehow will have bad luck with Quidditch (but donít ask me how this matches the ď3!Ē) and that the scores you let in will keep growing.
But donít be afraid, itís only Divination. If I had dropped dead every time Trelawney had predicted it, Iíd be sort of an extra-concentrated ghost by now. Oh no, sheís turning towards meÖ
Dream Diary Week 2
Well, thanks a bunch, Harry, for these great interpretations! So, Iíve no chance of winning the house cup, will end up with Lavender (urgh) instead, and I wonít find my real mate. Ah yes, Iím ambitious and creative, great. I just hope this is only Divination.
I donít like this dream diary thingy at all. I know Harryís my best mate but these are my dreams and they are a bit, well, weird, you know. Iím positive heís laughing at me. Maybe I should just make them up again?
Monday, September 10th Tonight I dreamt aboutÖ about anything? Nothing?
I canít think of anything. I reckon Iíll just have to write down the real dreams then. And donít you dare to make fun of me, Harry Potter - otherwise Iíll call the old hag to interpret your dreams, just like today. You will die! Be scared.
Ok, my first dream was about Transfiguration. It was a bit scary. McGonagall taught us human Transfiguration. I was partnered with Neville. We had to turn each other into a monkey. It was my turn first and I tried and tried but Neville didnít change a bit. It just didnít work. And suddenly when I tried to say that damn difficult spell again I didnít get out a single word. It was just a grunt. Then everyone started laughing because I had pointed the wand at myself and transfigured myself. McGonagall swept over and told me I was a genius and an Animagus. Hermione got narky and said I hadnít changed at all.
Well, being an Animagus would be really cool. Just imagine being able to turn into a great black dog like Sirius does. But being a monkey would be kind of stupid. I wonder why it had to be a monkey? Iím not Crabbe or Goyle, I have brains.
Then I had a funny dream about Dobby, the house elf. Someone had given a wand to him and he threw the Bat Bogey Hex at Umbridge, the hag. She looked a lot better with those things all over her face! Dobby squeaked quite evilly and told her in his high pitched voice: ďThis is for putting Harry Potter in detention!Ē Then she tried to put Dobby in detention and supervise the house elves. But she didnít succeed because suddenly all of them had wands and hexed her into oblivion. Afterwards, they had a party for Harry. We were invited, too, and got loads of food! It was great!
I wonder if this could really happen. Umbridge is horrible. This would be a cool way to get rid of her. Maybe we can lure her down to the kitchens?
Tuesday, September 11th Tonight I dreamt of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. I hate that house. First I was stuck at the staircase, staring at those bloody elvesí heads which are pinned up there. Itís not a nice view, if you ask me. They have such grim, ugly faces!
I kept exploring the house and ended up in one of those rooms we cleaned with Sirius, the one with that tapestry. ďThe Noble and Most Ancient House of Black,Ē that was it. I watched it closely and then my heart did kind of a jump, though I donít really know why. I turned around and started searching for something (but donít ask me what that ďsomethingĒ was, I donít remember it at all!). I threw everything out of the cupboards along the wall: the silver plates, photos, glasses and dark objects. When the cupboards were empty I still hadnít found anything. I started rummaging in the piles of rubbish on the floor, but whatever it was that I was searching for, I just couldnít find it. Just when I turned to the next pile, an ugly, scary face appeared next to mine, snarling and complaining. I screamed in fear and woke up.
It was Kreacher, that face! Iím positive it was him. He said something about blood traitors. Somehow I know this faceÖ and I donít mean from holidays. I have the feeling Iíve seen it recently. But where? I donít get it. Maybe Iím too stupid to interpret my dreams correctly. OK, interpreting my dreams is Harryís job. I really hope Iím just dreaming weird stuff. This doesnít seem realistic at all.
Wednesday, September 12th Tonight, I dreamt about the past. It was when I was small, long before I came to Hogwarts. I was in our garden, playing with my toy broom and scoring goals through some hoops I had built. I couldnít fly terribly high or fast on this broom, but I was happy.
Then Fred and George appeared. They took me off my broom and promised me some fun. I was so stupid! I followed them. Well, you could see by the looks on their faces that they were up to no good. We hid in the broom shed, as we often did when we were up to something. George had nicked Billís wand and we played with it, shooting sparks and such things, saying some spells we had invented ourselves. Then the twins suddenly asked me if I wanted to be member of their mischievous duo. They said we could become the troublesome trio. I agreed. As a child I always wanted to be part of their team, but they never let me in. I was always stuck with Ginny. Sheís all right, but sheís a girl and I never fancied playing family with her dolls and play wands.
They wanted me to make a vow. They said this was a condition to enter their secret society. I placed my right hand between Fredís and Georgeís right hands, and they took the wand, holding it in all our entwined hands.
ďWill you do whatever we ask you to do?Ē Fred asked me. Before I had answered my dad stormed in and grabbed the wand. Sparks were shooting out of it, and there was a crash of thunder which made me wake up.
Well, the thunder was real, anyway; there was a storm tonight. I wonder why I dreamt about that. I must have been about five or six years old when it happened. My lovely brothers tried to get me to make an Unbreakable Vow. Iíd have died if I hadnít done everything they said. Fortunately, Dad caught us. Iíve never seen him that angry again. Fred says his left buttock has never felt the same since.
Thursday, September 13th Tonight I dreamt about History of Magic. Donít laugh! I really did but I have no idea why. Iím not Hermione!
It was boring. Binns told us something about goblins and I fell asleep after a few minutes.
Have you ever dreamt about sleeping? Itís scary. Nothing happens, you just feel yourself lying thereÖ
Then the scenery changed, I donít know if it was just a new dream or if I dreamt that I dreamt. That sounds cool, doesnít it? I dreamt about dreaming Ė nutters!
I was somewhere outside and heard screams and sounds like people fighting. The sky was illuminated by the spells flying from wands. Girls were screaming. Lupin duelled with a huge Death Eater. Someone was stretched out on the ground, not moving - I hope it wasnít anyone of the Order. It was horrible. I was searching for Harry; somehow I knew he had to be there. Finally I spotted him; he was battling someone who must have been You-Know-Who himself. I didnít see his face, I only saw them from behind. Harry was in great danger, so I rushed towards them and prepared myself to attack that Ė that Ė er, man? from behind. I took out my wand to disarm him, but before I could even think the spell, something white started falling down from the skies and built a wall around them. I could still hear them! I heard Harry groan and could hear him fighting for his life, but I couldnít get to them. The wall couldnít be destroyed or transfigured or charmed or anything! I panicked, but then I got a wonderful idea. The white stuff looked a lot like rice pudding. Suddenly there was a spoon in my hand, so I tasted it and it really was rice pudding. I started eating and eating and all the others joined me and we were eating together, but just when we had dug a hole I woke up.
This sounds crazy. Maybe Iím going mad? I wonder if the others have dreams like this. Fighting You-Know-Who by eating rice pudding. I must be mad. Why can I never have any normal dreams? Like, about school and Quidditch. Or some useful ones which foreshadow the future. I would really like to know who my future wife is. Or the questions in our OWLs! That would be useful. But this crap is just getting on my nerves. I donít want to think about what Harry will see in this next Monday.
Friday, September 14th Damn! I donít remember any dreams. Now I have to make some up. Whereís my creativity when I need it?
Tonight I dreamt aboutÖ Eating? No, I had this last night. What could I possibly dream about? It neednít make sense, just something to write down. Oh, now I know. I dreamt about Quidditch. It was the last game of the Quidditch season and we still had a chance to win the trophy. I guarded my hoops in a masterly fashion and didnít let the Quaffle in. Finally our Seeker got the Snitch and we celebrated our victory. I was the Gryffindor hero!
This sounds cool. I hope it turns out true. Iím not the best Keeper in the world, to tell the truth. Sometimes I reckon I even get worse from practise to practise. Maybe I should resign from the team? Iím just too bad for the house team.
Well, this dream is a bit short, but I canít make anything up anymore, Iíve run out of ideas. This had to be enough. And there arenít any death signs!
Saturday, September 15th I wish I hadnít said these things about my future wifeÖ
Tonight I dreamt about my wedding. Yes, itís true. I, Ronald Bilius Weasley, dreamt about my wedding. I was joking! Iím not interested in my future wife at all. But the worst thing about it is that I didnít even get to see her. First I didnít really notice it was my wedding. I was wearing some dress robes and was waiting for something with Harry by my side. We didnít talk, but just stared at the floor. Then we set off and he dragged me with him. It was quite annoying, but I let him, I donít know why. When we ended up in front of the altar I suddenly realised that it was a wedding and that I was the groom. Horror! And somehow I didnít know who I was about to marry. So, I waited for the bride. It was quite exciting, I can tell you. But she wore a veil and I couldnít see her face or her hair at all! I was really disappointed. Then the priest started his sermon and I had to listen and couldnít take the veil away. Finally, he told me to kiss the bride and I got up and started removing the veil, but there were even more veils under it and only moments before I saw her face I woke up.
I canít believe it! I dreamt about my own wedding but I donít know whom Iíll marry. Itís pathetic. And itís so useless. I wonder who was under the veil. It must have been someone who wasnít in the church. Wait, who wasnít in the crowd? I donít remember seeing Lavender. Stop, that was another dream. I donít know why I came up with her. I wouldnít invite her to my wedding anyhow. Parvati wasnít there either. Well, I wouldnít invite her either.
When I try to imagine the guests in my head I only see men. And my mum. Damn. This dream wasnít any help at all.
Well, I donít want to know it anyway. Iím fifteen years old. Why would I marry?
Sunday, September 16th Only two more weeks until I can finally throw this diary into where it belongs Ė the rubbish bin. Iím so looking forward to this sad moment of saying good-bye.
Tonight I dreamt about Umbridge again. I canít stand her toad-like face. Itís really enough seeing it in the lessons, why does she turn up in my dreams, too? She took over the school and stopped all lessons. This would have been quite nice (I hope Hermione doesnít read this) if she hadnít started singing lessons instead. Yes. Singing lessons. I hate singing. I canít sing. My voice sounds like a giantís grunts when I try to squeese out a tone. The song was about hating Harry Potter. Malfoy had a solo. Ha. How pathetic! Harry went bonkers and hexed Umbridge into oblivion. The teachers returned and gave him an award for special services to the school. Unfortunately they restarted the lessonsÖ
OK, itís settled. I reckon Iím off my trolley. Am I not? I donít know. All this stuff is so weird. Itís certainly not foreshadowing anything except my residence in St. Mungoís permanent ward. I have read Harryís dream diary and his dreams are ordinary and boring. Why is it me who dreams all these funny things? We donít have any Seer blood in our family at all. Apart from which, these dreams arenít even showing anything. Maybe I should go to Madam Pomfrey?
A/N: I would like to say a big thank you to my betas Dreamer and harry_ginnyphile for their great work. Disclaimer: I donít own Harry Potter. That distinction belongs to the amazing JKR.