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 this past school year.
She’s a funny, spunky, dramatic kid.

There was something poetic about that—being led by someone I’d once taught. She was clearly quite familiar and comfortable with the area. She excitedly showed me the fancy façades and peeled back the illusions that surrounded us. That trendy smoothie place? Only three options, preprogrammed, and glitchy. Fancy, yes. Nourishing? Not so much. She clearly found amusement in all of the illusion as she cheerfully flitted from one mirage to the next.

Spiritual translation: sometimes what glitters is just glitching with good lighting. Spirit was already whispering, “Darling, discernment is key.”

Then things took a weirder, more personal turn:
I walked into a hair salon and discovered my ex-husband was now a hairdresser.

😐 Yep.

In the dream, I was flirting with the idea of a bold new haircut—a trendy short crop that felt daring but liberating. In the waking world I am no stranger to short bold cuts, but recently, I’ve been growing my hair out He wasn’t convinced he could pull off the cut I suggested, and honestly, neither was I. But what the hell, why not? What could go wrong? 😂🤦🏻‍♀️ We both decided to throw caution to the wind.

At first, things went decently. Snip, snip. No disasters. I was cautiously optimistic.

Then he cut a giant chunk of hair at the back of my head very short. Not like “oops” short. Like, “you-might-want-to-buy-a-hat” short.

Naturally, I asked him why he did that.
His response? “It’s a technique.”
(Sir, what technique—chaos??)

He pulled up a reference photo on his computer to show me what he was going for. I stared at it, then pointed out that the image clearly showed that section pinned back—not chopped. He had completely misinterpreted the picture.

I wasn’t really all that upset. I understood this haircut was a gamble, and I have had my fair share of disastrous haircuts.
He wasn’t defensive. He was apologetic.
Immediately, we began working together, discussing possible fixes and cover-ups—something that disguised the mishap and made the haircut look… reasonably intentional. Not quite what I wanted, but not a total disaster either.
Honestly, this dream interaction was quite accurate to real life. While my ex and I are not compatible in a few key ways, we communicate and problem solve well.

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🔍 SereniTea Decodes The Dream:

• The city = your life expanding. New territory. Big energy. But not all that glimmers is grounded. There’s a call here to examine the difference between what looks aligned and what truly is.
  
• The student as guide = you’re in a transition. Leaving behind the literal classroom, but your inner teacher still thrives. The student symbolizes both your influence and your evolution. She reflects your wisdom and reminds you to stay open and curious.
  
• The ex-husband/hairdresser twist = an old dynamic resurfacing—not to sabotage you, but to give you the chance to co-create something new. You’re no longer letting the past dictate your image—you’re editing, communicating, correcting the narrative.
  
• The haircut mishap = fear of being misunderstood or misrepresented during your transformation. And yet, when the “mistake” happened, you didn’t spiral. You advocated for yourself and worked toward a solution. That’s huge.
  
• The pinned-back vs. chopped confusion = maybe a reminder that how we see something matters more than what’s in the picture. Interpretation is everything.

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I woke up from this dream feeling insanely dizzy—literally. It’s like my body knows I’m transforming faster than my conscious mind can keep up. I’ve been praying, recalibrating, and trusting that what’s being trimmed away is no longer needed… even when it feels abrupt.

And this dream?
It didn’t show me perfection.
It showed me progress.
Collaboration post catastrophe.
A “whoops” that turned into wisdom with bangs.

Turns out, not every spiritual shift comes wrapped in angel numbers and moonlight.
Sometimes, it comes with scissors, smoothie glitches, and a student holding a mirror to your growth. ✂️🧃🌕