From Journal
Entry 1/16/2026
In the dream,
he was “in town,” but it felt deeper than that…he was in my space, as if his
energy had walked straight into my home. Others were around, but I felt this
subtle pull, the way I used to when I sensed him without even looking. That
knowing.
I remember
waking up outside in long, thick, green grass… disheveled, in just shorts and a
sports bra. Vulnerable, unfiltered. I touched the grass; it felt grounding,
real. And when I looked up, I saw him. Older now. Weathered in the way time
shapes a soul. He was talking with others, but we kept catching each other in
these moments where neither of us expected to be seen.
At one point
he watched me doing something silly, and I laughed and said, “You caught me.”
That was
always our dance…me watching him, him watching me, each pretending not to
notice. Cat and mouse. A silent language.
I then
brushed my teeth in the bathroom—symbolic cleansing—turning off a leaking valve
like I was regulating my own emotions. Then I went for a run to clear my
energy. When I returned, he was in the kitchen, mumbling to himself with a
mixing bowl on his head. He startled, realizing I was there, and said the exact
same thing:
“You caught
me.”
A mirror
moment. Two souls exposing their unfiltered selves, finally balanced in
vulnerability.
A friend
walked up and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. And even though it was
innocent, I felt uncomfortable…aware of him watching. Aware of how his presence
shifts me. Aware that after all these years, a part of me still instinctively
orbits him.
I wanted to
be near him, but didn’t want to intrude. That invisible line we’ve always
danced around was still there. Familiar. Tender. Electric.
The dream
left me with a message:
Our souls are
still communicating.
Still
observing each other.
Still meeting
in the quiet places where the ego can’t interfere.
Even after 16 years of silence, the thread hasn’t broken.
Twin flames
don’t always meet in the physical first…they meet in the subtle layers, in the
dreams, in the energetic space where truth can exist without fear. And when the
timing shifts, when healing aligns, the soul begins to move closer again.
Sometimes slowly. Sometimes in hints and dream visitations.
This dream
felt like him entering my field again.
Watching me.
Letting
himself be seen too.
Mirroring my
vulnerability.
And reminding
me that even when life separates paths, the soul recognizes its counterpart
without effort.
All my Love
and Light,
Madison
Meadows