I had a nightmare that i was alone on a canoe going down a lake when these podiums rose from the water and there women on them. they wore red gowns and had bug limbs and chanting in a strange language while watching me. i had this nightmare when i was around 7 years old and my life has been going down hill every since. It may sound stupid but i cant help but feel this dream means something. Does anyone have any ideas on to what it means if anything?
Okay, I know it might sound strange, but I don’t think that dream was just a dream. I think it meant something—a lot, actually.
You were alone in a canoe, right? On a lake. That already says so much. Lakes usually symbolize deep, emotional stuff, and a canoe? That’s a tiny thing. No protection. You were just a little kid, and already your subconscious was showing you that you felt exposed, maybe even abandoned—like you had to face something huge all by yourself.
Then those podiums came up from the water. That’s wild. Podiums are like… authority, judgment, being seen. And they rose from water, which usually means something hidden or buried is surfacing—memories, truths, maybe even trauma that was deep inside you. The timing matters, too—you were around 7? That’s when we start losing the innocence bubble and begin seeing the world in a way that leaves marks.
The women… that hits differently. Red gowns are powerful—they’re bold, emotional, dangerous even. And the bug limbs? That’s creepy, yeah, but it also says something was off about the feminine energy around you. Like it was twisted, scary, or unnatural. Maybe something that was supposed to be nurturing wasn’t. Or maybe it’s symbolic of feminine power that you weren’t ready to face yet—but it was watching you. Calling you.
And the chanting? That’s ancient-sounding. Foreign tongue? Could be a spiritual language your kid self didn’t understand. That kind of stuff isn’t always evil—it can be a calling. A spiritual awakening. But it’s terrifying when you don’t know what it is.
When you said your life felt like it went downhill after that? Yeah. That sounds like something opened up in that moment. Like something cracked inside. That dream wasn’t random. It was a threshold… and you didn’t get to cross it then.
But here’s the thing—you’re not that 7-year-old anymore. You can go back to that lake. In your mind, in meditation, in a dream if it comes again. Don’t run this time. Stand. Look back at those women. Ask them what they wanted—or better yet, tell them who you are now.
That nightmare might’ve been the beginning of a spiritual initiation. You didn’t fail. You just weren’t ready yet. But maybe now? You are.