Even my subconscious has stories to spill.
A portal into the weird, wild, and symbolic world of my dreams. Each entry blends storytelling, dream interpretation, and intuitive insight—sometimes messy, always magical.
Last night, my subconscious handed me the kind of dream you wake from in tears—the kind that isn’t just a dream, but a reckoning. I’m still holding pieces of it in my chest, so I’m writing it down before it slips through the cracks. I think it wants to be remembered. It began with the…
The dream opened in a big city—skyscrapers and an aesthetic so curated it practically filtered itself. I wasn’t sure if I had just moved there, was looking to move, or just passing through, but I had a lovely tour guide leading the way. And here’s the interesting part:My guide was a student of mine from…
🐢The Snapping Tortoise That Defied Everything The dream began at my parents’ home where a gathering of some sort was taking place. There were lots of children of various ages running around, and I distinctly remember my boyfriend’s daughter Keyra being present. It was summer and the gathering of family and friends taking place was…
✧･ﾟ: I asked for help remembering my dreams before I went to sleep. I didn’t sleep well—but one stayed with me. :✧ 🏠 I dreamed I was at Justin’s mom’s house.I haven’t seen or heard from Justin in nearly two decades. He was the best friend of my first crush, Kyle. We all worked together….
Last night, my subconscious sent me on a late-night stroll through suspicion, soil, and something sacred. Two dreams, one unspoken message: it’s time to clear the space where real things can grow… 🪵 Dream One: The Man in the ShedI walked through quiet woods with two men—unknown, yet familiar. We found a small wooden shed…
The dream took place in a house I recognized immediately—even though it looked a little less run-down than I remembered. In waking life, this place used to be a tiny, worn-out gas station with just two pumps, awkwardly wedged between the first apartment my ex-husband and I shared on our own, and the Culver’s he…
The dream opens like the climax of an action flick: I’m in the back of a speeding work van, packed with important-looking equipment. I strap a man into a harness and ask, in a voice void of life, if he’s sure about being launched from a moving vehicle. I list the mayhem this will likely…
Proof that even frogs deserve a glow-up. And apparently, my wrist is a portal now. It started with a subtle pulse beneath the skin of my left wrist. At first, I thought it might be a trick of the light or a weird muscle twitch. But no. A closer look revealed something stranger: a frog,…
☕ Welcome to the Tea Party Pull up a chair, pour yourself a cup of something warm and mysterious, and settle in. This isn’t your average dream journal entry. It’s a journey through the subconscious, steeped in symbolism and served with a twist of an unexpected archetype- The boy, the student/teacher/me, and the Guru. Enjoy!…