Dream Journal Series

 Recently, I had a dream that stayed with me long after I woke up, not because I fully understood it, but because I felt it. I was walking down a long back road, surrounded by other people. There were trees on both sides and a stretch of street ahead of us, like we were all heading somewhere, but no one was rushing. It felt like a journey, quiet, steady, and in-between. As I continued walking, something unusual began to happen. Clear, plastic-like objects started falling from the sky. They weren’t dropping fast; they floated down slowly, almost gently. I remember feeling like I needed one, like it was important. So I positioned myself to catch one. Not everyone caught one. But I did. When I held it in my hands, I studied it closely, turning it, trying to understand what it was. It was clear, with a rubbery texture. At first, I thought it might be a vest, and that thought made me feel like maybe a flood was coming, like this was something meant for protection, even if I didn’t fully...

  The Dream In this dream, I was at the home of a man I once shared a deep emotional connection with. There was familiarity, comfort, recognition, and a sense of shared history. At moments, we were smiling, happy to see one another, as if nothing had been lost between us. I noticed areas of contrast on his skin—lighter patches against darker skin—particularly near his inner thigh. In the dream, I knew what I was seeing. It resembled vitiligo , white patches where pigment was absent. I wasn’t afraid or repulsed. I was simply aware. It stood out, exposed, and visible. There were children present, as if he were babysitting, and people were coming to pick them up. I was helping him—moving alongside him while life continued around us. At one point, another man stood in front of me, wanting to talk to me—showing interest—but my attention did not linger there. The scene shifted. The man I was with suddenly became mean toward me. I sensed something was bothering him. When I asked ...