Dream Realm

This is where I share the symbols, metaphors, teachings, or the messages I receive in the dream state or astral realm.

The only sober one in the room

I felt surrounded. Like the only one left who was still clear in a room drowning in its own illusions.

I’ve NEVER dreamt of a prison before. But last night, I found myself waiting in the expanded lobby of one.

I watched her unravel, afraid that without all the bells and whistles, she would be exposed.

I couldn’t tell if I was asleep, awake, or somewhere in between.

She wasn’t frightening. Just hollow. A drifting face in the dark, waiting for someone to see her.

The only wall between us was glass. On the other side, they watched … and we watched back.

One teacher told me, “This is an experiential course.” She wasn’t kidding.

We were laughing. Dressed up. Floating in joy. Then the check arrived.