Dream: The Third Eye Hole & the House of Many Rooms
Living Codes: Dream Journal Entry
June 23, 2025
The Dream:
Last night I had a very odd dream. Lia and I were in an Uber, riding through the night. I remember speaking encouragement to her, holding space for her path. It felt calm at first, like I was keeping a frequency steady for someone else.
Then we arrived. The driver dropped me off mid-street, and across the road, a second Uber was waiting. That one was for me. But when I looked closer… something felt wrong.
The man behind the wheel was large and heavy in his energy. Intimidating. And where his third eye should have been, there was a circular hole like a ring or an opening, dark and gaping. He was on the phone, distracted, absorbed in conversation. I didn’t trust him.
I turned to Lia and asked her to feel into it if it was safe. But her response felt surface-level, not deep. She wasn’t fully present, and I didn’t trust her read. I realized I was already feeling what I needed to know.
The scene shifted. I was in a house with many rooms. It felt like a safe-house at first, but then not safe at all. I opened a door and found a man playing video games. He looked annoyed I had disturbed him. Detached. Immersed in unreality.
I kept searching through the house for a way out somewhere to escape or hide. Behind a closet, I found a hidden stairwell. Narrow. Tucked away. That’s where I headed.
The dream cut again. I was now being shown dossiers cut-out pictures and clippings of various men. Some of them were inside, some outside. One looked like a small version of the Hulk. Another was the man with the hollow third eye. There was something off about all of it dangerous but it was cloaked. Hard to name. Hard to pin down. I woke up un-rested.
Integration Reflections:
After much reflection it seems this dream isn’t so random. It came after a week of constant movement travel, over stimulation, navigating energy in every space I entered. I’ve just returned home, but my system hasn’t settled. The noise outside, the city window thinness, the lack of cocoon it’s all echoing through my sleep.
That Uber driver with the empty third eye still lingers in my mind. His presence wasn’t just strange it was symbolic. He represents the distorted masculine that looks intuitive but carries no truth. Hollow vision. Detached perception. Dangerous spiritual energy disguised as guidance. I didn’t want to get in that car because my body already knew.
Lia’s half-hearted check-in mirrored something deeper. A reminder that no matter how intuitive someone is, no one can see what my body already knows. Asking others to validate what I feel especially when I already sense a no is a form of self-abandonment.
That’s what this dream revealed: how even I sometimes look outward when the truth is already here.
The house with the many rooms felt like a metaphor for my internal space. Some doors still hold energies I haven’t faced. Some rooms are occupied by avoidance. The hidden stairwell? A descent into deeper self-awareness. And the dossiers… a mirror of the masculine archetypes I’ve encountered, inherited, or am now learning to discern from a distance.
It’s interesting, this dream came right after the other distorted one, the inner courtroom where we beat up the woman. Sitting with both back to back, it’s clear they’re part of the same spiral.
It feels like my field is being re-templated with a deeper layer of discernment one that goes beyond emotional charge, even beyond instinct. I’m learning to track frequency at the sub-perceptual level, not just what’s overt.
These shadow dream sequences don’t feel random anymore.
They feel like completion codes, a final clearing of a karmic corridor I’ve walked through for many cycles.
I’m graduating from a field shaped by:
Misguided leadership
False protection
Spiritual bypassing of the shadow masculine
Delegating power to outer systems of validation
And I’m being asked to:
Stand in my knowing even when no one confirms it
Walk through the house of myself and reclaim every room
Trust my inner compass more than what appears “safe” externally
It’s powerful to witness how dreams that seem random at first can reveal the quiet re-calibrations taking place inside subtle but foundational. The nervous system knows. The energy body knows. And the dreams simply show us what’s already in motion.
Integration Codes:
The third eye isn’t just about sight, it’s about trust. Just because someone appears “spiritual” doesn’t mean they are aligned.
When your field says no, trust it. You don’t need consensus to validate your knowing.
Not everyone is meant to tap in for you. Sometimes asking is giving away your power.
If a place feels familiar but not safe, it’s not home. Alignment is felt, not assumed.
Distorted masculine energy often wears the mask of certainty. But your nervous system knows the difference between force and presence.
