Last night, I told my parents of a dream I had one time, about my family shucking corn in my brothers’ room. The corn looked good on the outside, but inside it was dead. There was dirt inside it and the kernels fell right off. All of a sudden, my dad went Joseph on me and interpreted it.
He mentioned the fact that my brothers’ room was my old room where I lived my childhood in. The corn also symbolizes a part of my childhood as it represented the annual FOP Corn Roast in Benton Harbor that my family used to go to up until 2000. The corn was dead so it represented that we don’t go there anymore, and the corn roast was a part of my childhood that I like a lot.
So to sum it all up, he said that the dream meant that my childhood is dead.