A strange dream last night revealed a driver with a hollowed-out third eye, a house that wasn’t safe, and guidance I couldn’t fully trust. It left me feeling scrambled and hyper-aware. This dream wasn’t just strange it was a mirror. A mirror for what happens when we return home but don’t yet feel safe in our own field. When others can’t tap in for us, and discernment becomes non-negotiable.

woke up from a dream that felt chaotic, disorienting, and random until I started tracking the deeper layers. In the dream, I was in a leadership position within a group. Something happened with a woman details blurred but it escalated to the point where she was beaten so badly she died

Last night I dreamed of keys, false cops, and distorted timelines—and when I woke up, every alarm on my phone was deleted. It felt like something had sealed itself shut. In the dream, I used an antique key to lock a door from the outside. Diego was still inside. Whatever it meant, I knew: I had just crossed a threshold. Closed a loop. Cleared a paradigm. My higher self said: “You hold the key.” And I felt it. Something old ended. A portal opened. The shift is already underway.