Monthly Archives: October 2025

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Dream: Uneaten Hamburger

Another dream to report.

I was with my ex inside an unfamiliar house. Sometimes the house resembled my mom’s house. I think we were sorting through and packing away items. I went to the closet and grabbed a clear box with a couple of items inside. I pulled out a bag with Whataburger written on it. Inside was an uneaten hamburger (satisfaction, having all you need in life, over indulgence).  I realized the hamburger was very old. It was never eaten and in perfect condition still in the wrapper. I mentioned it to my ex and was disappointed that it was not fit for consumption. I opened it up and inside were two patties. I mentioned this saying, “It even has two patties!” I took the burger to the back door. At this time the house resembled my mom’s house so there would have been a back deck. Where the deck should’ve been was an overgrown jungle of plants (journey into the unknown, untapped potential, fear). I tossed the uneaten burger into the plants and it landed under some ivy.  I could see that it opened up, exposing the perfectly round patties, side by side. I was hoping the dog (protection, companionship) would eat it (hope for satisfaction in the future) but the burger was so deep in the greenery that I knew the dog would not find it. This also disappointed me. What a waste, I thought.

I went back inside feeling pessimistic. I announced to my ex that I had decided to leave him everything I owned in my will because, “Why not? I have no one else to leave it to.” I felt a sense of defeat when I said this, as if everything was pointless. I had done so much and come so far but in the end, none of it mattered (sounds like the song – In the End, Lincoln Park”). My ex acted like he didn’t hear what I said nor notice my depressed state. Instead, he told me he and the co-owners of his company were going to find a way to pay me what was left for my shares of the company. He said, we already made an appointment with the bank. He was really excited because he would save the interest if he paid it off early. I wasn’t as excited. My mind was filled with worry over the lost interest and not getting a monthly payment for the next five years like I anticipated. I was handed a document that had the payment dates written on it. I saw each payment had a name and was shown as a transfer from the name to someone of the same name. None of it made much sense to me and the names, though I can’t recall them now, were not names of people but random, nonsensical words. 

Meaning

I think this is a worry dream reflecting some of my thoughts about my current situation and my worries about the future. Hamburgers symbolize life satisfaction and sustenance. They can also symbolize over indulgence and greed. The burger was untouched, packed away in a box in a closet indicating I was perhaps delaying gratification for a later date. This reminds me of what I and others often do when it comes to making decisions in life. We put it off saying, “I’ll do it when (insert condition) happens.” For me, I put off divorce for various reasons – the children, money concerns, uncertainty about the future, fear. I made so many excuses, convincing myself I needed to stay just a bit longer, until such and such happened and I felt more confident about the path ahead. The reality is I was afraid and uncertain. I didn’t have enough confidence that I could handle the consequences of making such a drastic life change. 

In the dream I am super disappointed about the perceived loss. I tossed it into a jungle of confusion and fear hoping it would at least get eaten by the dog and not be a complete waste. The dog never arrived to eat it because it was so deep in the jungle. Perhaps this represents the hope that I would not walk this unknown path alone only to realize I would have to do it alone? All I know is I felt defeated at that point in the dream. 

The last part of the dream reflects my thoughts from the previous day. I was suppose to go to an informational meeting about wills and trusts but opted out at the last minute. I didn’t see the point. I suspect all my assets will be eaten up over time anyway, leaving very little and making a trust pointless. Saying I would leave everything to my ex could be symbolic of feeling the pointlessness of how things turned out. My ex recently told me about paying off the loan early, probably in January. I was happy when I heard the news, but in the dream it felt like bad news because I worried how I would manage the money. Though I would love to retire now, it is much to early for the money to last the amount of time I might have left. I could be alive for another 20-30 years or more. I hope not, but without knowing for sure I don’t want to over budget and end up with nothing in my old age. 

I think the dream also reflects the regret I’ve felt here and there about the decision to divorce and lose, what I perceive as, a lifetime of financial security. 

When I woke I was considering options for the future. If I don’t find steady work, then as soon as this lease is up I need to move back to my country home and live a very minimal existence. I can live comfortably there for less than $1000/mo.  If I do this, then I could possibly live out the rest of my life there without worrying about money. This doesn’t take into account other factors like my children’s needs, health issues, relationship changes, etc. There is no way to predict what will happen. Trying to plan such things is pointless, really, because of all the unknown variables. I think I recognize this in the dream, too, when I notice how much time I wasted planning and waiting for something that never actually happened. The only real relief I’ve felt is in knowing I am no longer living with a timebomb. 

Good News

Around lunch time I got a call from the principal of the elementary school where I interviewed for a part-time school counselor position. The interview was three weeks ago today. She offered me the job and apologized for how long the process took. I accepted without hesitation. She told me HR would contact me but it may be two days or more because they are transitioning to a new system.

I was not surprised to get the job offer. When I first saw the job posting I thought, “I want that [job]”. I didn’t apply for a while after because I kept doubting myself and what I wanted. It has been difficult for me to find any motivation for work, much less other parts of life, lately. I finally did apply and got a request for an interview. I did superbly at the interview, the correct responses to the questions coming easily and without much thought.

There could still be a delay with the HR situation so I remain in a waiting period. I feel the entire delayed process is a reflection of my readiness both emotionally and mentally. A part of me is very afraid of this change and full of self-doubt. I have not worked in education since 2017. However, while at the interview, I said something that surprised me which is typical of a Self-Projected Projector. I told the interview panel that my plan was to return to school counseling and restart classes to get my LPC. Later, when I thought about it, the idea didn’t seem half bad. I was only two classes and an internship away from my LPC when I got pregnant with my youngest and decided to withdraw from the program. Can I return after so many years? Do I even want to? It may be what I need to do so I am going to explore the option.

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Dream: Living Dead

Dreamed I was with a small group in a rural area. We lived in a small cottage home with a huge window at the front entry. I remember looking at the window and its location and considering the layout of the house. How was the house so dark with such a big window? I determined it was the location of the window at the front entry which limited the light from the window to a tiny dining area. Briefly I saw inside the house and noticed the dimness of the light inside and how small it really was. How odd, I thought.

Then I was with the group which consisted of five or six individuals. There was discussion about conducting a ritual that would create change within us. It was presented as a good thing but many were skeptical. I remember some members objected to doing the ritual. Somehow, though, the ritual was done without everyone’s agreement and we were stuck with the consequences. Some were in shock after. Some just accepted it. I was one that accepted it.

As a result of the ritual, I knew my physical body was now dead despite me still occupying it. Everyone else in the group had the same result. Was I a zombie? I couldn’t be. My mind was clear and I felt really good. I had no urge to eat brains or other people. In fact, I felt just like I did when my body was living. I was living but my body was dead – living dead. 

The group discussed their new circumstances. The positives were that we no longer had to worry about taking care of the functioning of the body – no urge to pee, to eat, to sleep. The negatives were the body would soon begin to decay and lose mobility. How could we slow that process? Eventually the body would not be suited for occupation so slowing down decay was the only option. Not many ideas were presented. I remember walking around for a bit, feeling for changes in my body that indicated it was starting to decay. I noticed blood was starting to pool in my legs causing them to look purplish black. Without the heart beating to circulate the blood, it was thickening and gravity was causing it to trickle down towards my feet. Images of what happens to a body after death came to mind – gaunt face, bulging eyes, sagging skin, dark spots. Gross. I informed the group about the blood situation and suggested we all lay down and put our feet up so as to redistribute the blood in our bodies. 

I walked into the main room and saw a large, circular stone table in the middle. All around it were pillows and mats spread out like spokes in a wheel. I recognized the ritual area and picked out a spot. This is where it happened. This is where the ritual was performed that killed all our bodies. I laid down on a mat and put my feet up on the table. No one else joined me. I remember thinking/saying, “You know, what we really need to do is drain all the blood from our bodies. Then we don’t have to worry about our blood pooling.”  I remember thinking of embalming and how that may also be an option. Then I had a thought that if I did remove all my blood, then maybe I would become thirsty for blood and I would be driven to consume people like a real zombie. This worried me and as a result I woke up.

Reflection

I want to laugh about this dream but it was so real that I take pause. What was is trying to show me?  My first thought upon waking was that I was being made aware of something about myself. Specifically, my focus on keeping my physical body in good shape via exercise, nutrition, and youth enhancing procedures like Botox and IPL. It made me think of just how much anxiety I have over my body deteriorating as I age. I dislike the idea of looking old while feeling younger than my age. I already look in the mirror and cringe. I have to wear glasses (severe dry eye) and they age me. I look like a librarian. I have some loose skin under my chin and my eyes droop making me look sad and tired. I exercise to keep myself from going insane from boredom but also because it helps relieve anxiety and depression. I also like to keep my body looking younger and exercise does that. I am proud to say my body looks as good as it did in my twenties. Sometimes I can obsess over my diet, focusing on eating clean and reducing fatty and sweet food. I have been so fixated on diet that, in the past, I have stopped enjoying food entirely. I am not that way now and allow myself to eat pretty much anything I want, but it still bothers me if I eat too much of the wrong things. 

The dream asks me, “Is this what you want? Do you want to spend your life focused on something that, inevitably, will deteriorate and die regardless of how much you try to stop it?” The dream indicates I have created habits (rituals) around the maintenance of my body. It also shows how, if continued to extremes, those habits could become an obsession. Perhaps the thirst for blood, as mentioned in the dream, is actually a thirst for life? 

All this is because, prior to bed, I thought about giving up my job search and just continuing my routine, which involves working out, eating healthy and achieving a certain physique. I woke this morning thinking that I really don’t want to commute to work every day, report to the same location and have expectations placed upon me to perform a certain way. I don’t really want to be around people all day, either. lol Since I don’t have to work, it suits me just fine to focus on doing things that I enjoy. For example, keeping a dream journal, blogging, working out, being with my kids, walking my dog, etc. I struggle to motivate myself to return to a normal job in the normal way. It is just not appealing. Does that mean I am the “living dead”? IDK, maybe. I don’t feel like I am doing a lot of living in terms of interacting with and helping others. I don’t feel alive in that sense at all. In fact, most of the time I feel like I am just waiting to die, filling my time with distractions until I can finally be released from this physical reality and return Home.

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Animal Messages: Finch and Snake

Two weekends ago I went to my cabin and parked in my garage.  When I was getting out my boys started yelling and pointing to something. It was dead house finch laying in the middle of the driveway. They asked, “Did you kill it?” I don’t think I did. I didn’t see it when I pulled in, either. I picked it up and it was still warm. The boys buried it soon after.

Less than a week later I went to the family home, my ex’s home, to pick up some packages and take our dog on a walk (ex is in India on a business trip). I went inside and then came back out to put my packages in my car. On my way back in I saw another dead house finch. It was laying right on the stoop. I don’t know how I didn’t see it previously. This finch had been dead longer and there were a few fire ants on its beak. I picked it up and tossed it in the creek area.

So, two dead finches, less than a week apart. Both unseen initially. 

A dead or injured finch could symbolize:

  • Endings of specific life cycles
  • Need for personal transformation
  • Warning about potential obstacles
  • Invitation to release past limitations; Source: Finch Symbolism

When I consider the meaning of the dead finches, I take into account the environment at the time and what I was feeling. The first finch, found just outside the garage, could be indicating that I am no longer “parked” in life – that period in my life is over. At the time I felt really sad about the finch because I thought I had killed it, but I honestly don’t recall seeing it when I pulled into the garage. Also, I remember seeing a little bird alive above the garage the last time I was there. It was feasting on the bugs around the light. I had been thinking of how I wouldn’t be enjoying my country home as much anymore with the new apartment and all. I was still considering renting or selling.

The second finch I also missed initially (perhaps I am missing something still?). This one was near the front door. I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular this time, just taking the dog on a walk and feeling tired because I was getting over a cold. However, considering it was right on the front doorstep, perhaps it was a reminder of the end of my time in that particular space – maybe even in both spaces?

Snakes

All month I have been encountering snakes. I have lost count of how many I’ve run into, but just yesterday two snakes crossed my path and the second snake decided to bless me with its presence twice at two different times of the day!

Snakes symbolize transformation, intuition, rebirth and healing. They can also represent the Kundalini and its transformative energy.

I am hoping this means the Kundalini is still smoldering, lingering, just waiting to burst into flame once again. I don’t necessarily want a crazy K-Rising event but I don’t have control over such things. The K does what it does and there is no containing it once it decides to run its course. I am hoping, though, that I have cleared enough from previous risings that the intensity is much more tolerable. Regardless, I’ve enjoyed all my snake encounters of late. I find them fascinating and, at times, I even want to pick them up. I just don’t feel confident enough in my identification to risk it. Hahaha Even the non-venomous ones will bite.

Enjoy the pictures of my snake friends. All but the one pictured in water was seen near my pond. All of the snakes live in and around water. Perhaps water (emotion) is part of the message they bring?

plain bellied water snake
plan bellied water snake
common water snake
cotton mouth
cotton mouth

For those who would like to see the snakes in motion, check out my YouTube page and go to the Shorts section. I have lots of videos of the animals and creatures I encounter out at my cabin. Here is the video of the plain bellied water snake pictured above. Isn’t it beautiful!? This one I initially saw around noon and then again at around 4pm.

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Dream: Save the White Kitten

This weekend I gave myself a couple of tarot readings on different days. I don’t have a pic or even the cards with me now, but the card “Power” came up twice as did “Third-Eye Chakra”, a card about partnerships, and one that was similar to the Empress card in traditional tarot. The message was that I have all the tools I need at my disposal for the journey ahead and, though difficulties may arise, I will meet each head-on, utilizing partnerships with others. 

One card indicated a past love might be rekindled, maybe not in the physical but via memories and reflection upon the past. This is interesting to me because I was thinking of my heart connection recently because of the dream I had. I also found my old tote with my school counseling stuff from my last job in it. During that time I had been in despair over the loss of my heart connection and struggling with my then-husband at home who was basically losing his mind at the time and taking it out on me. I came across small pieces of paper that I had written my thoughts on. If I recall correctly, I had been unable to post in my blog not only because of my crazy then-husband but also because I was at work from 7:15am – 4pm and could not find time to blog/journal. I found letters I had written to my heart connection as well as plans for the future and even made some predictions about what would happen in the future. One of those predictions was that I knew my then-husband would become more and more difficult and erratic over time. Oh boy, did he ever! It wasn’t all at once but enough that, over time, it was clear he was not a safe person for me to be around. 

Dream – Save the White Kitten

Speaking of my ex, I had an interesting dream that gave me some perspective. 

In the dream I was inside a house with my ex. He was asking me if I could buy him and someone else a white sweater. For some reason, I agreed, and began to search online for the sweater (warmth, protection, comfort). I ended up purchasing it and he was grateful. He approached me and I remember tensing up, not knowing his intentions and worrying he would blow up on me for rejecting his advances. Instead of making sexual advances, however, he laid his head on my lap. Recognizing he was seeking comfort, I relaxed and stroked his hair. I told him, “I’ve missed you.” 

The dream shifted. Still in the same house with my ex, I was looking at an unopened box (information/gifts yet unknown). My ex asked if I had returned the items inside it. I said I had and he pointed to it and said it looked like I hadn’t. I opened the box and saw it was full of wrapped up items. I picked one up but didn’t unwrap it. Instead, I placed it back inside the box. I was unsure what to do. I had returned the box yet it was still there, unopened and items undisturbed. Do I remove the items and use them or do I return them again? For some reason my sister (aspect of Self) was there with me and she seemed critical of my situation. I think she was asking me to just keep the items. 

Again, the scene shifted. I was inside the house and my ex had given me some food for a white kitten. The food was in two bags. One was cat food and the other a bag of white rice (success, new beginnings). The two were to be combined when feeding the kitten. When I went to feed the kitten the two were already combined. I saw the food floating in milk, looking somewhat like cereal (reminds me of OBE where I was told “Sometimes you want cereal”). I scooped it up in a bowl for the kitten. The kitten came to eat but a black tomcat came over and took over the food, hissing with hairs up on his back. I grabbed the black tomcat by the nape of the neck, took him to the door and tossed him out. When I tried to close the door I found it was broken and the entire side of the house was a wrought iron fence that was broken and rusted. Parts of the fence had fallen over and someone had tried to repair it with copper wire. I pulled the wire secure but a brown bear came at me from the other side and barreled over the fence, knocking it down. Panicking, I went for the kitten, grabbed it and its food and placed it up on a high cabinet where nothing could get to it. I looked at the house and saw the entire wall was a mess of wire and debris. It wasn’t going to keep anything out.

Reflection

I woke from this dream knowing the symbolism straight away. Cats are the Divine Feminine but can also be desire/sexual attraction. I think the white kitten represents me as the Divine Feminine but I am not yet fully mature. The black tomcat is my ex and is symbolic of his sexual aggression. I save the kitten from unsafe conditions – I saved myself from unsafe conditions. When I tossed the tomcat (my ex) he came back as a bear, which feels accurate to what happened in real life. He became someone I didn’t recognize, shifting into a very, scary and unsafe person. 

I also recognized how, had I left my ex ten years ago when I first brought up divorce, he would have been much, much worse than he was when divorce actually happened. Because I waited, he was the one with a new romance, not me (he thought I was leaving him for my heart connection at the time). I think he would have been much worse 10 years ago because of his jealous rages and the insanity of thinking his possession (me) was being taken from him. The amount of torture he put me through (emotional mostly) at that time would have escalated into potentially a very disastrous outcome. I believe he had the potential to cause me physical harm and would’ve had I proceeded to leave him as was my original intention. 

I’ve always thought I failed miserably not leaving back then, but now I think otherwise. I think I may have taken the wiser, safer path. I protected myself (the white kitten) the only way I knew how. At the time I had just opened up to my Divine Feminine (kitten) and was very vulnerable. Now I am stronger, the struggles of the last ten years with a man I knew could not handle losing me, helped me build strength I would not have had otherwise. I kept saying to myself, “I need him to be in agreement” before I push for divorce and it was accurate. It was not for monetary reasons like I told myself, though that was a bonus, but for safety reasons – spiritual reasons. I had to find my inner strength, create and enforce healthy boundaries for myself, and heal.  Though I don’t feel I have healed completely, I do feel stronger and more capable now than I did back then. My writings reminded me of just how vulnerable I was. 

The returned, unopened box in the dream could represent information, new data, that I previously “returned” or rejected for some reason. I think this box is full of gifts that I refused previously and now they have returned to be opened. I seem unsure about taking these gifts. In the dream I worry about getting in trouble for it, so perhaps I am worried the information in these gifts will cause problems for me. Or maybe the gift is revealed by the scene that follows? 

As for the sweater and comfort portion of the dream, I recognize that my ex’s behavior stemmed from his emotional immaturity and an inability to navigate the changes in our relationship in a mature way. He allowed his sexual frustrations to overwhelm him and used his physical size to intimidate and coerce me into doing what he wanted. This worked for a short while, but as I developed and maintained healthy boundaries for myself, explaining as often as I could what I needed and wanted, his tactics failed. His response was to double down on his efforts to the point that he began to verbally and physically harass me. The more he pushed, the more I pulled away. So his efforts backfired on him. All he wanted was to be comforted, his ego stroked and his sexual desires satiated. Thus, the dream showed him doing what he should have done but was unable to do for his lack of maturity and the rage he felt for being denied his carnal desires. 

I hope he has learned from his experience with me. I hope he has become more emotionally mature. Perhaps this new girlfriend has given him what he was seeking? Will he abuse his gift? Who knows.

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Dream: Meeting the Devil

Some dreams to report (haven’t had good recall lately).

Dream: Meeting the Devil

I dreamed I met with the devil and we had a talk. lol I don’t really remember much of the dream but when I woke I knew I had a heart-to-heart with the devil. I vaguely recall sitting across from a shadowy male figure and feeling a sense of shame. As I woke I heard, “It’s not your fault. Forgive yourself.” With this came an understanding that there is no right or wrong, just lessons. 

I feel my talk with the devil was actually a conversation with my shadow self – the part of me I would rather not acknowledge exists.

Dream: Return of the Dark Haired Man

Initially, I was in a room with my mom in an unfamiliar setting that seemed to be from the distant past. I was wearing a blue, fitted dress from perhaps the late 1800’s to early 1900’s. My mom had decided to take my sister somewhere and didn’t invite me. I was upset and asked her how she could intentionally forget to invite me. My feelings were hurt. Note: I’ve had similar dreams of my mom and sister suggesting past lives where my drug addicted sister was the “favorite” and I was invisible. This suggests this lifetime may be a reversal of that lifetime, perhaps to gain perspective.

The scene shifted and I was on a race track (fast track – guides mentioned this in previous dreams) like one would see at a school. I could see the dotted lines separating the individual lanes on the dark asphalt. I turned to look behind me and saw a young man with dark hair sitting in the bleachers. His knees were pulled up to his chest and he seemed to be wearing a hospital gown or robe. I could see his arms wrapped around his bare legs for comfort. I felt from him that he was in pain, emotional pain, from heartbreak and other similar life events. I felt immense love for him and resisted an urge to go up to him. I remember thinking, “He’s like me.” Then, as I stared at him he looked up at me and I thought, “I wonder if he feels the same (draw)?”

I turned away from the man and continued along the track. As I “ran” (don’t remember having legs), I ended up on this one-wheeled skateboard-type thing (hoverboard?). I remember flying along the track which then morphed into a room and other places. I think I was at a school (lessons to learn). I zoomed so fast around corners and objects I felt I might fall off the thing but never did. It was exhilarating.

The scene shifts and I find myself at a dock (departure point) standing solidly on my feet next to some people. There was activity and a large ship (collective journey, emotional) behind me, but I can’t recall the details now or the people. The dark haired young man approached me and I immediately felt drawn to him. Someone behind me made a comment and laughed. The comment was something like, “Oh no, there he is…..” It felt like they were making fun of me and my relationship with the man. The dark haired man stood there for a bit and I couldn’t help but inch closer and closer to him. The people there snickered, but I ignored them. I just had to be as close to him as possible. The draw was impossible to ignore. I remember thinking, “I just want to be near him.” 

Reflection

Of course, I woke after this, recognizing the familiar magnetic feeling. Was this young man the same dark haired man/boy from my past? If so, was it a sign that I needed to contact my heart connection? I can do that because we follow each other on Instagram, but should I? Or is this dream merely a sign that the “link” is being restored like I was told in yesterday’s dream? 

Oh, I guess I should recount yesterday’s dream for context – it was the tail end of a dream. I saw a figure above me reaching up. He said, “We have to restore the link”. It felt like a spiritual link of some kind but I woke soon after and got no further information.

Something interesting from the dream is the person laughing about a possible relationship between me and the dark haired man. When I first had dreams and OBEs with the darked haired man/boy I had similar encounters with people who seemed to find my draw to him, and him to me, hilarious. It always bothered me because, for me at least, the draw is exceptionally real and difficult to resist and the love is overwhelming. However, considering my first dream with the devil brought up shame, it could be they are laughing not at me but at the situation. The heart connection, for me, caused me to feel shame and guilt because, at the time, I was married with three young children. That is not the case now, though. So, perhaps the laughing was there to remind me of my shame.