Your dream interpretation skills are average to poor, my boy. You are too fixated on the results of your Numerology and you try to interpret everything in this manner. This makes your interpretation very one-sided. You should be trying to take everything into consideration. There are often several keywords in a dream which are nearly as important as the general subject. For the first dream you chose to interpret, they would be "cat," "Professor Snape," "mice," "Hermione," "Crookshanks" and "maze." Try to give these words a high priority. This is very important when foretelling the future by Dream Interpretation.
Furthermore, don't interpret anything which is clearly not meant in a dream. Always try to see the general context. You must broaden your mind! Let's take, for example, Mr. Weasley's third dream. It's clear that Slytherin is winning. Don't try to hide anything just because it's not comfortable for the dreamer.
Please read chapters one to five in the "Dream Oracle" on the matters of general interpretation for beginners. Try to put a bit more effort into your work – it's always better to read one or two good, long interpretations than three or more short ones which don't really delve into the subconscious mind.
Your task for this lesson is to interpret the two most significant dreams of your partner by using his Dream Diary and the guidelines provided by the "Dream Oracle." Open your Inner Eye, Mr. Potter!
Dream Interpretation By Harry Potter
Yuck. "Don't try to hide anything which means bad luck." Yes, that's certainly her philosophy.
Dream 1: Important facts:
-dreamt by Ron Weasley (Well, who else? It's his Dream Diary after all.) -date: err… which one shall I pick? Oh, September 13th sounds just as if Trelawney will love it! -Subject: Voldemort (OK, the real subject is rice pudding, but Voldemort sounds better) -Summary: Ron dreams about a battle with the Death Eaters and Voldemort (Yes, he has returned!); I am fighting Voldemort himself. Just when Ron hurries to my side, rice pudding falls from the sky and creates a wall. The only way to destroy it is to eat it.
Numerology: Age + date of dream + letters in subject = 15 + 13 + 9 + 9 = 46 4 + 6 = 10 1 + 0 = 1 1 = a new beginning, decisions, independence, activity
Interpretation: Remember the keywords! Eurgh…
Well, I'll interpret the second part first; the first part just confuses me. This dream is clearly foreshadowing the final battle against Voldemort (Don't twitch when you read it, Ron!). I'm battling him and apparently I'm losing; Ron writes that I'm "in great danger." So, he wants to help me but he can't. I'm left alone.
I reckon this means that in the end I have to battle Voldemort (No! Don't cringe!) on my own. No one can help me and fate prevents the others rescuing me. "I heard Harry groan and could hear him fighting for his life." I reckon that this means that I will eventually die. But I will take Voldemort (Ron!) with me, that's for certain.
So, what will happen to Ron? He will battle whatever tries to keep him from me. The rice pudding is just a – what does Hermione call it? I don't remember the word, it symbolises something else. And this thing will then somehow defeat him. In some way he sacrifices himself in order to help me.
I don't like this at all.
Crap, the Numerology doesn't fit at all. Ok, if Voldemort is gone, there will be a new beginning. Ron decides to help me, but apparently I have to fight Voldemort on my own. And fighting could be activity.
Hey, I reckon I might be getting good at Divination! Or Ron is a Seer… Or both. Both things are gruesome. Why should I suddenly be good at Divination? Wait, I'm pretty sure I just predicted my own death. Well, at least that means the hag will like it. This subject is just stupid and I have the feeling, no matter what the Numerology says, it will fit.
But what does that first part mean? Errr… It could mean that Ron becomes History of Magic Professor and tells his students about it. But why does he fall asleep? Maybe it hasn't anything to do with the second dream at all.
Dream 2: Important facts:
-dreamt by Ron -Date: hmm… I'd really like to pick that one about the wedding; it's something I'll never let Ron forget. But I don't know how to interpret that one. Hey, wait, the one about Dobby and Umbridge is pretty cool! My favourite enemy… harhar. OK, it was dreamt on Monday, September 10th -Subject: Umbridge (and the Bat Bogey Hex… I really like this) -Summary: Umbridge is hexed by Dobby with the Bat Bogey Hex and then the house-elves hex her into oblivion. A great dream!
Interpretation: Err… I wonder if Numerology ever makes any sense. But what did the hag say? "Pay attention to the keywords." Oh yes, I will. I will let Umbridge DIE. Trelawney will like this very much.
Ok, this dream shows that Umbridge will be killed by some of these creatures she doesn't like. It's pathetic. Imagine being killed by house-elves.
The house-elves are one big family. They are responsible for Hogwarts. Giving Umbridge big black wings all over her face is very creative, too.
Hmm, what was the bit about peace? It's more of a war, not peaceful cooperation or such.
Ah, I know! The house-elves make peace. They help Hogwarts and bring new harmony.
And I'm afraid that S.P.E.W. will be a great success. They seem frighteningly independent with their wands and hexes. We had better stop Hermione. These elf-hats could be dangerous. I don't like the idea of aggressive elves at all! And we had better never show this to Hermione. She would love it and start teaching Dobby hexes!
Dream Diary Week 3
Yeah, Harry, I know that you don't like when someone else does the self -acrifice. It's normally your job.
I'd rather not tell anyone about these dreams at all. But, for the sake of Divination, I have to. And taking the mickey too! I'm so glad I didn't see the bride's face in that crazy wedding dream.
Another week full of crazy dreams awaits me. I want to have normal dreams! Just like Harry. I read his Dream Diary today in Divination and he always dreams about food and Quidditch and going shopping in Diagon Alley. He's the Boy Who Lived. It's him who should dream weird stuff, with that scar and You-Know-Who being back and everything. Life is unfair.
Monday, September 16th Merlin's beard - my mind finally listened! I dreamt something normal, something completely average. I'm saved.
Tonight I dreamt about Diagon Alley. It was in the summer and we went shopping for our school supplies. Me, Harry and Hermione had a nice chat in Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour. Then we went to Flourish & Blotts and Hermione bought half the shop's books. I wonder where she got the money from?
There were a lot of people we knew around, and everyone came over to see us and to shake hands. Even Malfoy behaved civilly - I wonder why. He didn't even say "Mudblood" once. Maybe he's been Obliviated?
Yes, this was it. I had a normal dream! This is a red-letter day. I don't even need to go to Madam Pomfrey's now. Maybe it was just the stress during the last two weeks?
Tuesday, September 17th Well, I'm not completely healthy yet, but these ruddy dreams have become much more rational.
Tonight I dreamt about Dad's old car, the old Ford Anglia.
This revives bad memories. I just have to think about the spiders to start shivering horribly. And the Howler from Mum was pretty bad. And my broken wand! It was lucky they cancelled the exams or I would have failed everything. Hermione was the only one who was disappointed. Well, but Hermione has always been a bit… Hermione.
Like I said, I dreamt about the car. I was flying it to Hogwarts, just like in second year. Don't ask me why. Harry wasn't with me; I was completely on my own.
I was flying and flying and I could already see Hogwarts. But suddenly I realised something: There was no fuel left. In the very moment I thought this, the motor dropped out and the car started descending very fast. Too fast, for my taste. And guess where it went? Towards the Whomping Willow. I wonder if that tree is some kind of magnet for flying cars.
I closed my eyes and only moments later we (me and the car) crashed into the Whomping Willow. It started hitting us furiously and then everything went black.
The next thing I remember is that I was somewhere very unfamiliar. It was like cotton-wool balls. I jumped from one of these small things to another, looking around curiously. Everything else was blue.
Weird, isn't it? It felt like I was in a dream land.
Then I met some people. Dumbledore, Sirius, Neville, Hagrid – I wonder what they were doing there. Maybe this was some secret meeting for people who had crashed into trees. But Dumbledore isn't the kind of clumsy person who would have such a stupid accident.
When I was jumping onto another of these funny balls, I looked down. Suddenly I realised that I was somewhere very high. I was hanging in the air! And these balls were clouds.
Well, what do you do when you realise that you are playing "jump from cloud to cloud" I don't know how many hundred kilometres above the Earth? I panicked. And I screamed: "But I can't fly! I won't be able to stand on the cloud!"
When I landed on the next cloud, it didn't feel solid anymore like the other clouds had done. It was like fog and I was slipping through. It was scary. I was falling back through the air in high speed. The last thing I remember before waking up is screaming at the top of my lungs.
I really wonder what this means. Maybe there is some secret society of people who can fly. Buggers. Hagrid is so solid, I bet three wizards couldn't levitate him. What are people doing up in heaven? Maybe they were looking for some of Loony Lovegood's stupid creatures - yesterday she talked about one which was always flying over the clouds. This was why no serious wizard has ever noticed it. Codswallop, if you ask me. Why should we look over the clouds? There are enough dangerous beasts around on Earth. I really don't need to find any more high in the air.
Well, Harry, I'm eager to find out what you will See. Let your Inner Eye wander and open your subconscious…
Wednesday, September 18th Another normal dream – I'm saved!
Tonight I dreamt about magical creatures. Hagrid had a new species in his garden, these horrible-looking things. Loony Lovegood was completely delighted; she called them "Crumple-Horned Snorkacks". Hermione was annoyed… she said they only existed in dreams. Well, she was right, this was a dream. Maybe I should tell Loony about this? She would be so pleased.
Anyway, these creatures were horrible. They breathed fire and had huge claws. But they didn't look like dragons, they looked more like a cross between a dog and a lion. Oh, it was hilarious! Luna asked Hagrid how he could tell if they were male or female, and Hagrid pointed out that the females all had pink stripes on their backs.
I loved this dream. Most of all, I loved Hermione's face. No, I don't mean it like that, I mean the expression on her face was priceless. Hermione doesn't like it when she's proven wrong.
Then I had another dream, it was about ruins. There were ruins everywhere. I was walking up and down some streets, and there was no one but me among the ruins. I don't know what I was doing there but sometimes I turned some stones over to see what was under them. There was nothing I recognised.
That looked really awful. It was completely deserted. I wonder was I was doing there. Maybe I was searching for something? And where was I? I'm positive You-Know-Who was behind it. Oh no, I already start interpreting my own dreams! I'm actually starting to treat them as if they're telling the future. This is rubbish. There won't be any ruins. What would I be searching for? Over.
Thursday, September 19th Today I dreamt… I dreamt… I can't tell. Harry will read this. I really can't tell. I didn't dream anything. My mind is completely blank. Too blank to even make something up. I need a cold shower. Now.
Friday, September 20th I dreamt it again! I can't believe it. Why do I dream this rubbish? But I have to make up something now, otherwise Trelawney will get suspicious. She's used to my great dreams by now.
Alright, I dreamt about…
Wait, I'll search for inspiration in Harry's Diary. Where does he keep it again?
Ah, I found it. Lazy git, hasn't written anything for days.
I dreamt about having dinner in the Great Hall. We were having… Stew, Irish Stew. I was sitting next to Herm – no, Harry. And on my other side was Seamus. It was just the boys and we were… were doing… What could we have been doing?
Ah, we were talking about boys' stuff.
No idea what we could have done. I just hope I'll have a different dream tomorrow.
Saturday, September 21st I'm doomed. DOOMED. I dreamt it again. AGAIN! The third time in a row. It's just like it wants me to write it down. But I can't. Harry will wet himself laughing. He will tell everyone. This is my private dream. I can't write it down in this Diary. Trelawney will read this, too. I don't want her to know about this. It's no one's business but mine. I won't write about it. I'll forget it. It's completely crazy.
In the evening
I've thought about it. The problem is: I have had this dream three days in a row. Maybe if I don't write it down, I will have it again and again? Maybe it will return until I write it down? On the one hand, this dream is quite ni… STOP! It isn't nice! I don't like dreaming about it! I will write it down now.
Oh, and Harry: If you mention this to anyone, I'll hire Ginny to Bat Bogey Hex you into oblivion. And don't dare to laugh.
OK, I dreamt about… about… It's actually quite hard to write it down, just like this. I dreamt about Hermione. She was kissing me. It felt gr- ok.
Enough said. I don't know why I dreamt this. I don't like Hermione! Well, I like her as a friend, but not as – well, you know.
Sunday, September 22nd The good news: I didn't dream about that kiss again. Actually, I kind of miss – NO!
The bad news: The dream tonight was even more horrible. It was a real nightmare.
Tonight, I dreamt about being killed. It was awful. I was sitting in the Forbidden Forest. The full moon was shining brightly and werewolves were howling nearby. Oddly enough, I wasn't the tiniest bit afraid. I must have been completely mad.
To tell the truth, I was completely mad, because I started shouting insults at the werewolves. All at once, they leapt on me, trying to bite me. My heart was beating so fast, I thought I would have a heart attack. Then I started screaming apologies, rambling about how I loved werewolves. I could hardly believe it, but they let go and went away.
After a few minutes, I got brave again and continued the insults. With no warning, a great grey wolf ran at me, jumped up at my throat – I was screaming like mad – and bit through it.
I was shivering for a whole five minutes after waking up. Dreaming about my own death – a cold shiver still runs down my spine when I think about it. Well, at least Trelawney will like it. I reckon I prefer the kisses, though. At least that felt really fantas – NO!
A/N: I would like to say a big thank you to my betas Dreamer and harry_ginnyphile for their great work. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. That distinction belongs to the amazing JKR.