That’s what I thought, waking one morning, remembering three distinct dreams, each in which I was suddenly “taken.”
In the first, I was whisked away by a whirlwind that dropped out of the sky. In the next two, bears got me.
The dreams were so vivid and similar, I was sure they meant something significant. Knowing the best interpreter of any dream is the dreamer, I asked myself:
“What do YOU think it means?”
“It means I’m going to die!” was my answer.
This realization was so disturbing, tears sprung to my eyes. It’s too soon, surely! I have a lot of living yet to do. I’m not ready.
It wasn’t my first dream of death, or bears. Only a week ago I had a similar vivid dream of being chased by a bear in our garden. Fortunately, in that dream I managed to escape. It was my husband who got gobbled.
This dream fed my certainty that bears must symbolize death in dreams. I rushed to my computer. A quick google search confirmed my fate.
Bears do symbolize death!
Among other things, I learned as I searched further. Like rebirth and renewal.
Ever the optimist, I latched onto that explanation. Perhaps I wasn’t dreaming of my real death. Perhaps it was only symbolic. The death of my “little self,” and the rebirth of a brand new shiny me. What a relief!
This new interpretation seemed even more likely when I recalled that in the last two bear dreams I was walking with a “little sister” who was dragged away, kicking and screaming, before I was taken. But when the bear came back to grab me, surprisingly, its paw was soft as it led me away.
I realized then in my dream that I had been “chosen.” The bear was taking me on a journey and I was no longer afraid. In fact, the bear was so amiable that when I worried about leaving unprepared, he let me go home to grab a coat.
I was certain this must be the correct interpretation of my dreams since bears also act as spirit guides and signify fresh beginnings.
Still, the “death” scare lingered.
So I decided to share the dreams with my husband. Just in case. That way, if I did suddenly expire, he’d have a good story to share:
“Well, you know, she dreamed about her death only days ago!”
I didn’t tell him about the dream where he got gobbled. No need to alarm him.
Besides, that would make a good story for me. You know. “Just in case.”
[NOTE TO READERS – If this blog goes dark, you too have a good story!]