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Dream Healer, Blue Jacket, Galivants Ferry, SC (2025)

12/04/2025

Where Calm Meets Courage 🌊

Dream 💭
It started out like any other beautiful day — sun shining, everything calm. But suddenly, word spreads that a flood is coming. At first I move slow, packing little things here and there, thinking I have more than enough time.

Then I glance out the window… and the water is rising fast. Rushing in. Panic hits me as I’m standing in the bathroom, sorting through toiletries, trying to decide what’s actually important and what needs to be left behind.

I step outside and ask the neighbor’s kids if they’re evacuating yet. They tell me they think so — but even they seem unsure.

That’s when it clicks.
I hurry back inside, finish packing the essentials, and make the decision:
I’m leaving now. No more waiting.

Message 💫
This dream shows me how quickly emotions can build beneath the surface. The flood reflects pressure rising fast, while my slow packing reveals how I sometimes think I have more time than I do. Sorting through toiletries symbolizes choosing what truly supports my well-being. The unsure neighbor kids mirror my own uncertainty, but deciding to evacuate represents me trusting myself, taking action, and protecting my peace before overwhelm takes over.

12/03/2025

🌴 Lost in Transit 🛂

Dream 💭
It’s finally vacation time — me and my wife are heading to the islands, bags packed, hearts ready, vibes high. But the second we get to the airport… everything unravels.

I realize all I have is my little black bag, the one I somehow managed to get full-size things through security with — shampoo, all the extras — but not the one thing that matters: my luggage. And then it hits me… my passport is in that luggage.

I ask my wife where it is, and she tells me she couldn’t fit it in the truck. No communication. No warning.
Now I’m standing there feeling stranded, angry, and disappointed because it looks like I can’t go.

I storm out of the airport.
The flight is about to leave.
She’s about to be in the sky without me.

I’m trying to call my mema, Teresa — but my phone won’t work. Every button I press just reminds me how out of control everything feels.

So I start walking, determined to find my luggage on my own… But somehow I end up right back at the airport.

And that’s where my sister and my wife meet me.
She never left. They found my luggage…
but now I don’t have my passport or my ID.

Everything is falling apart, piece by piece, and all I want is to go on vacation — to get away, to breathe, to relax — but nothing is aligning and I can’t understand why.

Message 💫
In this dream, the airport shows I’m in a season of transition, but forgetting my luggage reflects feeling unprepared for what’s ahead. Losing my passport and ID symbolizes uncertainty about my confidence or identity — like I’m worried I’m not fully ready to move forward.

Storming out shows my frustration with pressure and timing, and my phone not working represents feeling disconnected or unable to reach the comfort I want. Trying to call my passed mema shows my need for guidance and reassurance.

Walking to fix everything myself symbolizes how I take on everything alone, but ending up back at the airport shows I’m repeating the same stress or cycle.
My wife and sister showing up remind me that even when everything feels like it’s falling apart, I’m not actually alone. Missing the flight reflects my fear of falling behind or missing an opportunity.

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12/02/2025

Distance in the Routine 🏨

Dream 💭
I’m at a hotel just hanging out, trying to get my wife’s attention, but she feels distracted — almost pulled toward everyone except me. Eventually I get fed up. If she doesn’t want to hang out, then fine… I start gathering my things to leave.

She follows behind me, and we head toward the exit — only to find it completely blocked off. Closed. No way through. So we turn around and start looking for another way out together, me downstairs and her upstairs, searching for direction.

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Message 💫
This dream is really about me stepping back into routine after a full week of being wrapped up in my wife — the talking, the laughing, the constant connection. That vacation filled me up in ways I didn’t even realize I needed. And now that we’re going back to normal life, I can already feel the shift… less time together, less communication, more distance from each other because of work.

Her being “preoccupied” in the dream wasn’t about her choosing others — it was my own fear of losing the closeness we just had.

Me gathering my things wasn’t me leaving her…
it was my anxiety stepping in.
My old insecurities waking up the second life gets busy again.

And the blocked exit?
That was the universe telling me:
“You can’t run from these feelings. You have to acknowledge them.”

Even though I trust her fully, there are still unhealed parts of me that react, overthink, or panic when connection shifts — even in small ways. Those parts aren’t wrong… they just need reassurance.

The fact that she follows behind me in the dream shows the truth:
even when my mind creates stories, she’s still there.
She doesn’t let me walk away emotionally.
We find another way out — together.

This dream is a reminder that I’m safe, we’re solid, and that coming out of vacation mode is emotional for me. It’s not about her at all…
it’s about me learning to feel secure again even when routines return.

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11/30/2025

Hold On a Little Longer ✈️

Dream 💭
My wife was heading out of town on a plane, and somehow me and my youngest daughter ended up sneaking on with her. As soon as the plane started moving, my heart dropped. I panicked and told my wife to let someone know we weren’t supposed to be on board. She didn’t — so I leaned all the way up from the back and yelled, “HEY! We aren’t supposed to be on here!”

The plane stopped. Me and my daughter got off… but not before I stole a few kisses from my wife. She was only leaving for a day, and as I stepped off the plane I joked, “Well… I guess I’m going to jail.”

We walked back into the airport, and I kept waiting for TSA or somebody to come arrest me — but no one ever did. Instead, I spotted my oldest daughter sitting with her godmother and her dad having lunch. I even ran into an old coworker and told her the whole wild story like it was just another day in my life.

Message 💫
This dream was definitely my anxiety showing up. Sneaking onto the plane with my daughter was me trying to hold onto every last moment with my wife before life picks back up again. When the plane started moving and I panicked, that was the part of me that isn’t ready for us to slip back into routine — the work schedules, the distance, the hustle.

Stopping the plane and stealing kisses was my heart trying to grab a little more time, a little more closeness. Thinking I was “going to jail” showed that guilt I sometimes carry for wanting extra reassurance.

But walking into the airport and realizing nothing bad happened was the reminder I needed:

It’s okay to feel anxious about going back to normal life. It’s okay to want more time together.
My feelings aren’t wrong — they’re human.

This dream was just my mind trying to make peace with the week ending and real life starting back up tomorrow.

11/19/2025

Escaping the Old Me 🌑🚗✨

Dream 💭
I’m back at my childhood home, rushing to get ready for school. I’m already late, and every part of me does not want to go. As soon as I step outside, a group of people comes toward me, trying to hold me captive. My heart drops.

Someone accidentally tosses my keys, and they land right at my feet. I grab them, jump into my little kiddie Jeep, and take off. It’s barely moving — creeping down the dark road — but I’m determined. I make it to the open field down the street and camouflage myself in the shadows.

They walk through the field searching… then stop when they find a man who’s been dead for two hours. They look around, then keep moving.

I stay hidden.
I don’t get caught.

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Message 🕊️
This dream felt like my younger self trying to show me something — the part of me that used to wake up already overwhelmed, already feeling behind, already carrying weight that wasn’t mine.

Going back to my childhood home is always a sign that I’m revisiting old wounds or old versions of myself. Being “late for school” is that pressure I grew up with — feeling unprepared, unsupported, or pushed into situations I didn’t feel ready for.

The people trying to hold me captive represent those old patterns, old fears, old environments that used to trap me emotionally. But the wild part? My keys were thrown right to me. My escape literally landed in my hands. That’s my spirit showing me:
I already have the tools to free myself.

Driving the kiddie Jeep — slow, small, but still moving — is me acknowledging that healing isn’t always fast. Sometimes it’s inching forward, little by little, even when it’s dark and scary. But I still made it out. I still found a safe place to hide and breathe.

And the part where they found someone else who had been “dead for two hours”?
That’s symbolic of the old version of me — the part that didn’t stand up for herself, didn’t fight back, didn’t know her power.
That version is gone.

And I wasn’t caught because I’m not meant to go back to who I was.

I’m not running from danger anymore — I’m running toward my freedom.

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11/18/2025

Lost & Found in the Past 🐾

Dream 💭
I’m back in my childhood home, wandering the old neighborhood like muscle memory brought me there. When I turn around, my parents are following me, telling me my dog got loose — but Buddy passed away five years ago.

That’s when I look down and realize I’m not wearing any pants. I try covering myself with my T-shirt, suddenly aware of how exposed I feel. I look around for help but notice I don’t have my glasses on… everything is blurry, confusing.

So I go back to the house, and there Buddy is — alive, waiting for me like he never left. As I walk through the hallway, I notice dog f***s on the floor. I grab some toilet paper and start cleaning it up, doing what needs to be done, even though none of it makes sense.

Message 🕊️
This dream feels like a walk through the parts of myself I’ve been trying to understand and heal. Being back in my childhood home shows me I’m revisiting old emotions — the ones I didn’t fully process back then.

When my parents tell me Buddy got loose, even though he’s been gone for years, it represents the pieces of my heart I thought I’d buried… grief, loyalty, innocence, the pure love he gave me. Seeing him alive again is my soul reminding me that nothing I’ve loved is ever truly gone — it just shifts forms.

Being suddenly aware that I’m not wearing pants, and realizing I can’t see clearly without my glasses, reflects how vulnerable I feel when I revisit the old versions of myself. It’s the sensation of being exposed, unprepared, and unsure of what’s coming next.

Walking back inside and finding Buddy waiting for me is comfort — the reminder that even when life feels blurry, there’s still love, loyalty, and pieces of my past that show up to guide me.

And the moment I’m picking up messes on the floor… that’s me facing the emotional “clean-up” I’ve avoided. The things from childhood I had to handle alone. The things I’m still learning to sort through now.

This dream is my heart saying:
“You’re revisiting old wounds so you can finally see them clearly…
and clean them up with compassion instead of shame.”

11/15/2025

Riding the Waves That Once Drowned Me 🌊

Dream 💭
Me and my youngest were hanging out near the beach when suddenly the water came rushing in. We jumped onto a pirate ship and rode the wave like it was nothing. But out of nowhere, the ship flipped — and I watched my daughter fly out. I caught her the second she hit the water, grabbing her before the current could pull her under.

Message 🕊️
This dream wasn’t random — it was my heart processing the five days my wife was gone and everything I held together while my youngest and I battled separation anxiety. 💔🤍

🌅 The Beach
Where my emotions felt exposed — me trying to stay strong for my girls.
🌊 The Water Rushing In
That wave of anxiety that hit me and my youngest at the same time… sudden and overwhelming.
🏴‍☠️ The Pirate Ship
Me trying to stay brave, keep us afloat, keep smiling… even while I was hurting too.
⚠️ The Ship Flipping
The moment everything felt too heavy — like I was losing control of the emotions, the household, the waiting.
💨 Watching Her Fall
My youngest missing Mama Cait, crying at night, her anxiety mirroring mine… showing up as her falling from the ship.
🤲💛 Catching Her Before the Current Took Her
This was me showing up.
Me being the mother I needed growing up.
Me grabbing her before the pain pulled her under.
🌬️ The Current
The old wounds — abandonment, fear, panic — trying to drag us back into places I’ve fought so hard to heal.

But I caught her. ✨
I’m breaking the cycle.
Parenting differently.
Stopping the pattern before it repeats.
I saved her from the same emotional drowning I once lived through. 💙

11/14/2025

Bare Truths Uncovered

Dream 💭
I’m at work, taking orders in the back like any normal day, when suddenly I’m told to go out front. I step through the doorway and freeze — I’m completely naked. No clothes, no protection, just me. I’m walking with my hands covering my lady parts, trying to make myself as small as possible. Faces turn. I keep moving anyway. That’s all I remember… but the feeling stayed with me — raw, exposed, and strangely honest.

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Message 🕊️
This dream is really about vulnerability — the parts of myself I try to hide finally being seen. Walking out front naked symbolizes being pushed out of my comfort zone, even when I don’t feel ready. It’s my subconscious reminding me that healing isn’t about being perfect… it’s about being real.

I’ve been showing more of my truth lately — who I am, what hurts, what I’m learning — and sometimes it feels exactly like this dream: exposed, uncomfortable, but necessary.

Being “naked” wasn’t about shame… it was about honesty. And honestly? I’m learning to stop hiding from myself.

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11/13/2025

Old Accounts, New Identity 💻

Dream 💭
In my dream, I was taking a ServSafe test, but I didn’t realize I was logged into my old Ho***rs account. I got pretty far into the test before my wife looked at me and said, “Shouldn’t this be under the pizzeria?”
I remember not wanting to change it because I had already made it so far with the login I was using.

Meaning 🕊️✨
This dream felt like a huge message about my identity — the parts of me still tied to old versions of myself, and the version I’m actively growing into now.

Taking the ServSafe test in the dream felt like a spiritual check-in, almost like my soul was making sure I’m ready for the next chapter. ServSafe is all about safety, responsibility, and being qualified… so it really felt like my subconscious was asking me:
“Am I ready to handle the next level of my life with more awareness and maturity?”

But instead of being logged into the pizzeria — my current job, my current life, the version of me that exists today — I somehow ended up taking the whole test under my old Ho***rs account. That old login represents an older identity, old patterns, old habits that don’t fit who I am anymore… yet they still pop up when I’m trying to grow.

And the most important part?
My wife was right there beside me the whole time, helping me realize what was happening. Her noticing that I was logged into the wrong account shows how deeply she’s part of my healing and how she gently guides me back to who I’m becoming. She helps me see the difference between my old self and the version of me that’s finally stepping into something healthier and more aligned.

It also shows that even when I slip back into old emotional patterns — especially abandonment triggers, guilt, or those little wounds that still whisper — she’s right there, grounding me, helping me “log back in” to the woman I am now.

Spiritually, the dream felt like a confirmation:
I’m passing the test. I’m choosing the present me.
And my wife is one of the biggest grounding forces in my life, helping me stay aligned with the life I’ve built — not the life I left behind.

11/12/2025

Reunion of the Self 🪞

Dream 💭
I’m at a resort with my family, my sister’s family, and a few friends who pop up unexpectedly. I keep trying to relax and enjoy myself, but I keep forgetting things — walking back and forth to the room again and again.
As I wander, I start noticing faces from my senior class. It hits me — this must be a reunion.
By the time night falls, I find a seat at a table surrounded by a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces. My sister is gathering gift bags and presents, and when I ask if it’s someone’s birthday, I learn it’s my friend Sam’s.
Great — I forgot a gift. But then I remember I brought cookies with whipped cream. I smile as a group of guys I know walks in, high-fiving each one as they pass. The energy feels nostalgic — like the past and present are crossing paths.

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Message 🕊️
This dream feels like a reflection of where I am in my healing — between worlds of who I was and who I’m becoming.

🏝️ The resort represents a temporary place of rest and renewal — a reminder to slow down and truly be in the moment instead of walking back and forth between mental “rooms” of the past and present.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 Family and friends symbolize support systems and different versions of me reflected through relationships. Some people show up unexpectedly because healing often brings old connections or memories to the surface when I least expect it.

🎓 The high school reunion mirrors reflection — revisiting old versions of myself, checking in with who I used to be, and realizing how far I’ve come. It’s nostalgia with purpose — the past coming to say, “Look how much you’ve grown.”

🎁 The birthday is rebirth energy — the celebration of new beginnings. My friend’s birthday could represent the parts of myself that are being reborn, even if I feel “unprepared.” Forgetting a gift shows I’m learning that presence — not perfection — is the real offering.

🍪 Cookies with whipped cream represent sweetness and softness — the simple joys and emotional nourishment I can offer others (and myself). Even when I think I’ve “forgotten something,” I still bring love and light.

🙌 The high-fives symbolize reconnection, confidence, and acknowledgment — greeting old energies without fear. I’m no longer hiding from who I used to be; I’m embracing it, celebrating it, and integrating it.

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This dream reminds me that healing doesn’t mean starting over — it means returning to the parts of me I once left behind, offering them sweetness, and allowing them to sit with me at the table again.

11/12/2025

Your Beliefs Are Mine: Part I — The Woman Who Stays 💙💚❤💛🤍

While my wife’s away,
I’ve been sitting with my triggers — noticing old wounds, patterns, and fears that no longer serve me.
It’s wild how healing shows up in the quiet moments… how distance can bring clarity.

I’m realizing love doesn’t have to mean panic, silence doesn’t have to mean danger, and space doesn’t have to mean loss.
Sometimes, it just means growth. 🌙

11/07/2025

The Long Ride 🚲

Dream 💭
I’m riding my bike on my way to school — it’s a long ride, but I manage. I’m actually enjoying it, gliding up and down sidewalks, dodging cars, stopping at a gas station to say hi to a coworker. There’s a sense of independence, a bit of adventure.

When I reach the high school, the principal greets me — except it’s my old manager. He smiles and says I’m too pretty to stand in one line and moves me to another — the line for the bike rack. I hand him my bike and wander off, eventually finding a couch to rest on.

I take my camera off my neck, set down my backpack, and just as I get comfortable, I overhear a woman on the phone. Her tone shifts — gentle, familiar — and I realize she’s talking to my daughters. Then I hear his voice. My ex.

I speak up, and she says, “That’s funny, I’ve never heard about you.”
I answer calmly, “I’m his ex-wife. Those are my kids.”

In that moment, I just knew — he never mentioned me because he’s ashamed of how far I’ve come, of how beautiful my life has become without him. After that, I decide I don’t want to ride my bike home. I text my wife and ask her to come pick me up.

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Message 🕊️
The bike represents the journey I’ve been pedaling through alone — the hard work, the balance, the independence. School often symbolizes learning, growth, and spiritual lessons — the kind that come from experience, not books. Riding there on my own shows how far I’ve come on my personal path, learning through life itself.

My camera hanging around my neck is my awareness — the way I observe my own story unfolding. I’m no longer lost in the motion; I’m witnessing it, capturing the truth of who I am. Setting it down when I rest shows that I’m finally allowing myself to be — to live, not just record.

Hearing my ex and my daughters reminds me of the life I once lived and the identity I’ve since outgrown. The part where he never mentioned me reflects something deeper — that my healing, my peace, my happiness — became something that didn’t need validation or recognition. It simply exists.

And then, my wife — the one who always comes to pick me up. In the dream before this, I literally asked her to come get me. And just as I finished writing this one, she texted me — saying she would always come pick me up.

That’s no coincidence — that’s divine alignment.
It’s spirit showing me that love has evolved from something I had to chase to something that shows up. From trying to make someone see my worth to being with someone who already does.

Sometimes the journey teaches us to pedal alone —
so when the right person arrives,
we know what it means to be carried home.

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