prophetic dreams
Before I get into the heart of this post, it's important to clarify that I believe in the spiritual, mystical, and magickal things and beings.
For additional context, I recently recommitted to dream journaling. I have been consistently writing my dreams every morning since February 20th, 2025. Dream recall and lucid dreaming seems to be a natural skill of mine, first becoming aware of it in my younger years.
Some dream entries are as detailed as 2,000 words, but on average, I write about 1,000 words every morning, first thing of the day. My simplified dream journaling practice is this: I wake up and I take out my phone, taking care to avoid reading any of my messages and notifications, and I type up all the details I can remember about my dream in the Obisidian app.
Thankfully, my husband respects my practice and lets me wake up naturally, allowing me to take the time to type away. When I'm done, I greet him with full attention and we begin our morning rituals and routines together with the kitties.
Like dream recall and lucid dreaming, prophetic dreams are also not new to me. There was a particular instance that I remember vividly, it was back when I was in elementary school. Our school occasionally did themed Fridays to have fun at school before the weekend - sometimes Pizza Party Friday, Crazy Sock Friday, Pajama Friday, you get the idea.
On Thursday, I was talking with my crush, who was stating they would not participate in Crazy Hair Friday because his parents said they couldn't afford any supplies. That night, I dreamt arriving at school, and I saw my crush with his hair all spiked (atypical of him) and used green colored temporary hair dye at the tips of those spikes.
Upon waking up, I noted how odd it was and got ready for school. I proceeded with my attempt at Crazy Hair Friday and then got dropped off at school. Guess who had their hair all spiked up with green temporary hair dye? My crush. He said his cousin or some other family member helped him out to do his hair all crazy last minute.
On that note, I remembered that there is something funky going on here.. and I was forever intrigued by the nature of my dreams.
Fast forward to this past week. Since I have been documenting my dreams every night, I have a pretty detailed journal to refer back to. I mentioned in this blog post that my mom recently found out she has a brain aneurysm.
She had asked me to call her on the evening of March 20th to share her latest status update.
The morning of March 20th, I had written my dream from the night before. To summarize, I dreamt of thieves and a robbery break-in attempt at my mom's place.
"... these cowboy-rebel-thieves-like came up the ladder and started pointing guns and throwing debris at the window to get it open and then jump into our apartment.
It didn’t seem like they wanted to kill us but they definitely could. I yelled at my parents to get back and prepare - both terrified that this was happening but also not willing to give up without a fight."
While it wasn't a 1:1 direct translation, a friend mentioned that my dream symbolized the robbing of my mom's well-being and time. That's exactly what a brain aneurysm can do, he noted.
Even more recently, on March 25th, I recorded the following passage that morning:
I don’t remember much besides trying to prep my nails for press on nails and then somehow painting my nails this bright cyan color.
I just remember that nails seemed important?
Note: I have never painted my nails cyan or blue anything; it's a color I personally feel doesn't fit with my skin tone. I also haven't painted or gotten my nails done in over a year.
I woke up today and saw a post about my sister's nails she had gotten done at the salon. They were a bright cyan color with flowers, more detailed than my dream, but still the same color.
After texting my sister this synchronicity, she said, "how funny!". She had been thinking about getting her nails done this color for awhile now, and the outcome of her nails are her top 5, if not her #1 favorite set.
It's interesting to see how connected I can be with my family even if I'm mostly estranged, speaking with them typically via text once or twice a month.
What does this all mean? Well, I believe there is a trend of me being connected with my family members despite the amount of actual time spent together. Maybe my dreams are sharing what patterns I've subconsciously picked up on -- or that I'm being gifted some insight about people I care about, like my family, despite being separated. As I re-enter into social gatherings and become closer with friends and even as I work more deeply with clients, I'll most likely start having dreams including them as well.
I suppose time will tell how my dreams unravel. It goes without saying that I'm forever curious about dream work and dreaming in general. Would love to hear if you had a similar experience or know of anyone that has!
Feel free to reach out and share a dream with me.
Thanks for being here. ♥︎
Sincerely,
Nadine