I had a dream
that felt vast…cosmic, intimate, and charged with meaning.
The sky was
unlike anything I’ve ever seen in waking life. It was a deep black canvas,
impossibly clear, scattered with twinkling lights. The stars weren’t still.
They moved. Some streaked across the sky like shooting stars, while others
shifted deliberately, forming symbols…almost like Chinese characters. Constellations
that felt intentional, intelligent, and alive. Some of the stars even moved
like UFOs, not chaotic, but purposeful.
I remember
pointing them out to the man I was with. He felt familiar, like someone I had
known for a long time, though I couldn’t place him. There was comfort in his
presence. Recognition. We hugged, and I felt genuinely happy to see him…as if
we were reunited in the middle of something important.
At some
point, I was handed a garment. It was a gift. Bundled up. I don’t remember
putting it on, only receiving it, as though it was meant for later. Others were
around too, witnesses to what we were seeing, all of us in awe of how clear and
alive the sky was.
There was
movement in the dream…constant motion. I felt like I was on a train, maybe even
a freight train. Heavy. Powerful. Like something that couldn’t easily stop once
it was in motion. The sensation carried a warning, not of fear, but of
awareness. As if to say: Pay attention. This matters.
I was trying
to get somewhere. Traveling. Climbing up and over obstacles with this man
beside me. It wasn’t effortless, but it felt guided. Supported. We were moving
forward together.
Despite the beauty, there was also a sense of danger…not immediate harm, but the kind of danger that comes with crossing a threshold. The kind that reminds you once you see something clearly, you can’t unsee it.
This dream
felt like a message about transition and awakening. The moving stars and
symbols felt like coded insight…truths not yet fully understood, but deeply
felt. The train symbolized momentum, a path already unfolding, carrying weight
and purpose. The garment felt like preparation, a new role or identity being
offered but not yet worn.
And the man
felt familiar, comforting…felt less like a stranger and more like soul
recognition. A companion energy for the journey. Perhaps even a reminder that I
am not walking this path alone.
What stayed
with me most was the feeling: wonder paired with caution, beauty paired with
responsibility. A quiet knowing that I am in motion toward something meaningful
and that awareness itself is part of the initiation.
Sometimes
dreams don’t give answers.
They give
direction.
And
sometimes, they remind us to look up because the sky is speaking.
All my light and love,
Madison Meadows