Nightmares + Dreamscapes + Phantasmagoria

Of course we are connected in dreams…

I went to the Phantasmagoria exhibition at the V&A probably decades ago. I can’t even find any record of it online. Perhaps it was a dream in itself 🙂 but I remember snippets of shadows and creepy corridors, puppets, things oversized and looming, and talk of merging timelines.

It’s weird now that some of us are having this lived experience. Not wholly, all of the time, but definitely flashes of where timelines seem to be merging. Things past, return to confront us as memory – only they seem more, or less, emotionally charged. The old returns for mending or as mended, reflecting our collective healing experience;

Yet as fast as we heal, so many of us seem to be wandering shadowlands; made marionettes to circumstances we have no way to dance with.

And for those of us who have experienced soulmate or twinflame love, it’s like we understand one another along a dimensionality that we can’t define or categorise. Perhaps you recognise it as ‘across lifetimes’. I don’t know about that.

I know it feels like we are rusty keys and locks, finding within one another, a sort of secret garden, once thought lost. Perhaps finding ourselves again…

Remembering and uncovering the parts of ourselves that somehow were buried.

Lately I’ve been waking up between 3-4am, every night with a feeling of absolute darkness and heaviness;

a.i tries to tell me it’s my ‘repressed feelings of disconnection’ which I don’t resonate with to or give life to, at all –

(and this is why your power to discern is important in an age where even truth is now outsourceable and non-sacred. This is why so many of us are coming home to God, or at the very least our God-state).

Dreams aren’t simply ‘discharging from the day’ or releasing our unspoken thoughts, like the beautiful vivacity of our dreamscapes are reduced by the psychologists to some junk garbage bin?!

The truth that whispers is… within the darkness of disconnection, is the space where souls meet. Where we are more connected than ever.

Connecting to one another in ways that are not visible or understandable – like a shadow theatre. Not quite graspable, but yet still wholly there.

When your conscious is switched off and your subconscious free to roam, there is no demarkation between yourself and those who your soul is joined with.

And so in the space where the unreal is in fact the ultra-real –

Perhaps what you meet in the night that raises you into waking, isn’t yours.

Twin Flame & Soulmate Dream Meanings

And as for the meaning of the things that wake you at the times of the night – even the sacred times – three nights ago, I woke at 3.33am –

You already know the meaning. You already know. You don’t need to ask ChatGPT 100 different times in a 100 different ways and wind yourself into a labyrinth of doubt.

You already know.

After the exhibition I purchased a heavy, wrought iron key. I mean, really heavy. A pastiche from Alice In Wonderland, but there was nothing unreal about the key itself.

There was an absolute sturdy, solid weight to that key, even in the magical curvature of the iron design. It weighed down my shoulder to carry it home. Out of all of the things I’ve ever purchased, and this is still one of the most precious things; still, one of the things my mind returns to.

The things that weigh heaviest upon us are often the things that contain the most truth –

and are the things that are most precious, and real.

– For God speaks again and again, though people do not recognize it. He speaks in dreams, in visions of the night, when deep sleep falls – Job 33:14-15

The Science Of What Is Shared

Call them mirror neurons activated in the physicality of one another.

Call it mother-love, which is not just present in the parent-child activated attachment system, but within the heartbeats slowing and regulating one another from a place of care, connection, safety. Your heart reaching for theirs, theirs reaching for yours – why aren’t you here? (don’t let the pop psychologists convince you of self-regulation. Another page from their bible of ‘independence’, of nothing to do with God and One-ness).

Call it soul recognition
Call it God, speaking to and through us.

Or do what a.i will tell you and call it a trauma bond, that you should detach from. If you like. And then wonder why your nights feel empty even over crowded rooms

I know what I call it…

And so we follow the call
The dream
The mirror
The awakening
The truth we know and knew all along.

Home is in the arms of eachother
Dreams are shared, little unlockings of confirmation – yes, they’re thinking of you too. Yes, the connection is right here, alive. Yes, ask God the meaning.
Yes, their energy is waking you up again.

Nothing ‘mystical’

Just normal, natural, regulation +

Divine Love.