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Dreamt about big dogs last night. All up in my face. My hand to their face.
Woke up with an urgent need to tell my friend the dream was for her.
She texted back later that one of her dogs woke her up screaming.
What does it all mean?
Call it woo-woo. I’ve always had a way with dreams, since childhood.
I still remember so many of them as if they were reality.
I dream in technicolor. I hear people’s voices, smell smells, feel textures.
Maybe I’m time traveling.
In my twenties, I heard you could practice a form of dreaming that manifests things. Turns out, it works really well. It’s also exhausting.
When I’d have nightmares as a kid, I’d ask my mom to come into my dream and help me. We’d go back to sleep and slay monsters together.
I’ve had a lot of prophetic dreams.
Little things add up, if you’re listening.
Yesterday, I wrote about butterflies and this morning they’ve come to surround me.
This doesn’t feel like it’s supposed to be about me. It’s about you.
Nothing is accidental. Even reading me.
If you want to dream about butterflies and flying into cosmic skies, put your green bubble on and let’s gooo!
Just make sure you’re specific or you might not like the delivery method. Acid rain and drones.
Someone painted a 99 on the rocks outside. Kids tagging, or something more divine?
Looked it up, so many meanings.
The hardest things to overcome are the limitations imposed by your own brain. Flush that shit down the drain.