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This happened about two years ago. My grandma called me up to ask for the only copy of our family tree, which traces our ancestry back to Norway before immigrating to the States. Apparently, my cousin wanted it, and she remembered that she loaned it to me last. The major issue here is that she loaned me that book over 13 years ago, and I've moved at least five times since then, so I had no idea where the book could be. For about a month, I'd blown it off and told her I was busy with work and would bring the book over soon.
One day after speaking with her, I was pretty anxious because not only could I not find this book, but I also knew that this was perhaps the only book that has our family's ancestry in one cohesive place. Suffice it to say I fell asleep stressed. That night I had a bizarre dream that started a lot like my last conversation with my grandma "I hear you grandma, I'll get the book to you next week". A time skip occurs in the dream, and I'm finding myself at some farmstead I'm assuming is somewhere in the midwest with a bunch of relatives and a ton more people I don't recognize, but I assume are here for some kind of family reunion. In the dream, I still didn't have the book, and it dawned on me that my grandma really needed it as it was going to be the centerpiece of this family reunion.
I am panicking and running around this farmstead looking for the book. On the side of a dirt road are three pits, each with what I assume is a spirit. I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off and running out of ideas as to how to find a book I won't be able to recognize. I jog up to the first pit, and in it is a crow with the head of an old man. I try asking it if it can help me find the book, and it starts speaking to me in what I assume is Old Norse. I'm a bit stunned for a second, then I get the bright idea to try, and Google translate what I'm saying to it. That doesn't work, and I panic and run to the next pit. The spirit in this pit is that of a thin, grizzled old man missing most of his teeth and an eye. I ask him the same question that I asked the crow and he looks at me and then points behind him to a thicket where I see a small shelf filled with thin, bright red books.
This is where I wake up from the dream, even more stressed than I was last night and proceed to get out of bed. After I'm done with my morning routine, I decided to look on my bookshelf before heading to work. Lo and behold in the center of my bookshelf is a thin red book. I pull it out and sure enough, its our family tree! I'm not sure how to interpret this dream but I do know I'm grateful for whatever helped me find that book, as it would be a disaster to lose it. I'm not 100% sure the spirit that assisted me was Odin, I'm just going off of context clues in the dream.
One day after speaking with her, I was pretty anxious because not only could I not find this book, but I also knew that this was perhaps the only book that has our family's ancestry in one cohesive place. Suffice it to say I fell asleep stressed. That night I had a bizarre dream that started a lot like my last conversation with my grandma "I hear you grandma, I'll get the book to you next week". A time skip occurs in the dream, and I'm finding myself at some farmstead I'm assuming is somewhere in the midwest with a bunch of relatives and a ton more people I don't recognize, but I assume are here for some kind of family reunion. In the dream, I still didn't have the book, and it dawned on me that my grandma really needed it as it was going to be the centerpiece of this family reunion.
I am panicking and running around this farmstead looking for the book. On the side of a dirt road are three pits, each with what I assume is a spirit. I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off and running out of ideas as to how to find a book I won't be able to recognize. I jog up to the first pit, and in it is a crow with the head of an old man. I try asking it if it can help me find the book, and it starts speaking to me in what I assume is Old Norse. I'm a bit stunned for a second, then I get the bright idea to try, and Google translate what I'm saying to it. That doesn't work, and I panic and run to the next pit. The spirit in this pit is that of a thin, grizzled old man missing most of his teeth and an eye. I ask him the same question that I asked the crow and he looks at me and then points behind him to a thicket where I see a small shelf filled with thin, bright red books.
This is where I wake up from the dream, even more stressed than I was last night and proceed to get out of bed. After I'm done with my morning routine, I decided to look on my bookshelf before heading to work. Lo and behold in the center of my bookshelf is a thin red book. I pull it out and sure enough, its our family tree! I'm not sure how to interpret this dream but I do know I'm grateful for whatever helped me find that book, as it would be a disaster to lose it. I'm not 100% sure the spirit that assisted me was Odin, I'm just going off of context clues in the dream.