🌙 Dream Diaries
This is where my subconscious gets sassy and symbolic
This is the velvet-lined pocket of the blog where my dreams curl up like cats—soft, strange, and occasionally full of teeth.
Some people dream in riddles. I dream in full-blown mystical metaphors with a side of chaos. One night it’s a frog burrowed in my wrist. The next, I’m launching a man out the back of a van as a living crash test dummy. You know, normal stuff.
These are more than dreams. They’re dispatches from the deep self—coded messages from the parts of me that speak in symbols, sensations, and cinematic WTF.
Interpretation isn’t about “solving” the dream. It’s about listening differently.
So read on. Ponder. Laugh. Maybe even squint at your own dreams with fresh wonder.
We’re all just trying to piece together the puzzle from the pillow.
“Sometimes I fall asleep chasing logic and wake up holding riddles. It’s very Wonderland of me.“
🌍The World Ended, and I Survived
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…
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✂️💇🏻♀️ When Spirit Hands You Scissors, Say a Prayer and Snip
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…
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Tree-Climbing Tortoises, Tiny Desks, & An Unexpected Truce
🐢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…
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✈️🌞 Blue Sky Monday & the Ghosts of Almost
✧･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.…
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🌒 Boundaries & Beds: The Dreams That Dug Deeper
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…
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Extreme Home Makeover: Subconscious Edition
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…
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