Where intuition whispers, symbols speak, and the night reveals what the day forgets.

Every dream is a map drawn by your deeper self — guiding, healing, remembering.

Here, we listen, to the stories that visit us while we sleep, to the symbols that rise like constellations, to the emotions that find the courage to speak when the world finally goes quiet.

This isn’t a place for superstition or fear. It’s a space for curiosity, for grace — for finding meaning in the strange and beautiful language of the night.

Our dreams are not random. They are living stories — stitched together by our memories, fears, hopes, and the echoes of things our waking mind can’t yet translate. A flood might not mean water. Falling might not mean failure.

Each dream is personal, and wiser than it seems. When we learn to listen, we realize they’ve been trying to tell us something all along — about love, about timing, about the quiet places in our own hearts we forgot to tend.

I don’t interpret dreams like puzzles to be solved, but as mirrors that speak in metaphor. Together, we can decode them — gently — until they speak in your own language.