I think it was a dream, or, what I experienced before being born.

I was walking with someone, or on their shoulders. There was a walkway that made a "T" shape. As we turned down the "trunk" part of the T-shaped path, I noticed a cast iron pitcher. It was hanging from a frame, had a spout on either side, and was swaying back and forth evenly. Each time it reached the apex of one side, some water (or water with beans floating in it) would spill out of a spout. There was an authority figure that approached. Then it was over.