a girl and her dreams

The purpose of this blog is to write about my dreams and share insights, shed light and hopefully help you benefit from your own dreams. As a teenager, when I was struggling to hold on to my dreams, I made a pact with myself that I would start writing a book about my dreams at 45 years old, and I am now in the process of writing that book. I “capped off my dreams” at 45 for the sake of keeping my book a memoir style.

I am in a new phase now where I am studying more on how to mentor people with dream work, so I just want to share my dreams form now on after through this blog.

When I record dreams, it’s raw, I sound rough sometimes. I have been doing this for so long that I am comfortable just spitting out what happened. If I am coherent enough it makes sense but there have been times, I am just all over the map or I actually start falling back asleep and make no sense. I will try to title my dream recordings, so they have some personality. Hopefully you are able to get an idea of what keeping an audio dream journal is like. I am blogging them as well which is a great exercise, but the most important is to write them by hand or make some notes, it’s more personal and intimate. Sometimes I will pull an oracle card, meditate or even draw/sketch, and of course being a girl with her yoga I always stretch it out and check in with myself throughout the day.

The first excerpt is from a lucid dream and the second is just an imagery dream but had some significance.

Here we go…

First Excerpt of 2026

This is an expert from a recording I made Thursday February 26th right as I woke up. I had a dream about my mom’s best friends, likely just minutes before I woke up, lucid dreams commonly occur just before I wake up for me. I recorded it right away.

“Okay so…I was dreaming and I was kind coming through in images…having a conversation with myself about the things I felt and I was – you know kinda like a little animal or something or bird. And then somehow, I ended up talking to Josie and then I realized I was in my house. It was like having a conversation with a child and then by the time I saw Josie she was in my bed, with Mark.

NOTE: At this point I realized that I was lucid dreaming because I was actually in my room, exactly as it is (still) a complete mess. I was standing on some things, which isn’t something I would normally do in real life, hence how I determined that I was not actually awake in real life and that I was just conscious in my dream. I thought it was really funny that they were in my bed, and was decoding my dream already whilst in my dream. I had a secretive and mysterious feeling in my eyes and was full of childlike excitement.

I had a cold sore, so I didn’t want to get them infected, and I kinda tried to give them a hug, well her really, and he disappeared. And I managed to get in there and sneak a kiss without risking her. And then for some reason it like -for some reason I had to go and get into my car at the base of the house even though it was a different place. It was like a memory, like an old car, one that I had a long time ago in another life or something, I could kinda see it in the window of the store. You know? There were people hiding in this office. I was like ‘I know you’re there, I’m not afraid of you’. You know? I know that they were gonna do something bad to me, but they couldn’t. It’s like if you’re gonna do it just do it, ya know? I don’t know if they ever did anything, but I had to go cuz I was seeing my pain and my injuries, and was like, ‘oh what happened?’ and I said back to myself, ‘oh it was fractures and trauma.’ It was stuff all over my room and I was trying to get out and there was stuff all over my room just like there is now in real life, and I was like, ‘what is going on?’… ya know?

Note: When I tried to kiss Josie and Mark I crawled onto my bed and hovered over them like they were my babies, my hair draped over their heads. But it was actually hilarious and I laughed in my dream voice. They thought it was pretty funny too. Also when I was downstairs at the secret store with reflective window that I was unable to see into, and as I got into my car, I was assessing some damages to my brain. It was as if I had the ability to do an MRI with my own mind. I think I was doing an assessment of myself at 45, preparing myself to shift gears as it were, into a new era of dreams. Even though it seemed like I was severly injured in my dream, and I maybe am as a human with all I’ve been through, it was more about owning my power to dream and taking control. Cars often appear in my dreams when I am controlling my body. The fractures are likely from trauma and not necessarily physical injuries. I’ve been meditating on this for almost a week now. Because I was connecting with my deeper past living experiences, I think the trauma would also be related to feeling like I am not home, like I am missing my origins. But I am strong as I was able to get into the car and willing to take a new journey…I always am!

Excerpt Two of 2026 “Trump and some weird equations”

This is an excerpt from my recent dream on March 1 2026, I had set an intention the night before. Every intention is different. I am not going to break this one down, I will just leave it exactly as it is. It was borderline lucid which is the energy I devoted as I was falling asleep, likely because I was tired from the dream in the last excerpt and not quite built up enough to lucid dream. This is an important key to building dreams, memory formations and understanding myself as a dreamer.

“So I just wanna record this, it was a dream I had this morning I believe. I was actually like I woke up at like maybe 3 or 4 and went back to sleep with Lisa, and…it was like I kind of stopped everyone in the whole world and just equaled everyone and everyone became equal. But, like financially was the big thing – you know? Like including Trump, including everyone. Including all the politicians and like it didn’t really matter what everyone looked like but I could see everyone too. And everyone was beautiful, everyone was handsome, everyone was equal that way as well. And it was such a powerful feeling cuz like there was no more political imbalance, there was no more poverty and like it felt really good for a moment just to be – just to be safe and to be like…you know…on the same level I guess, I don’t really know like it was, it felt really satisfying to be the one to formulate this and to come up with it and to get everyone to the point that we were at.”

So there you have it. I will see you in the next excerpt!

a girl and her dreams