dreams &mdash; Talk to Fa https://talktofa.com/tag:dreams Sun, 03 May 2026 00:46:51 +0000 https://i.snap.as/7qKalBp0.png dreams &mdash; Talk to Fa https://talktofa.com/tag:dreams Navajo horseman https://talktofa.com/navajo-horseman?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[He was in a coma after a gnarly collision. He had a dream. A big arch stretched over a tree. Beneath the tree was a water paddle. He looked into the water but didn’t see his face in the reflection. A voice told him it wasn’t his time to go yet. He woke up and came back to life. #dreams #stories]]> He was in a coma after a gnarly collision. He had a dream. A big arch stretched over a tree. Beneath the tree was a water paddle. He looked into the water but didn’t see his face in the reflection. A voice told him it wasn’t his time to go yet. He woke up and came back to life.

#dreams #stories

]]> https://talktofa.com/navajo-horseman Tue, 17 Mar 2026 05:10:05 +0000 I got this https://talktofa.com/i-got-this?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[I’m loading a car trunk with suitcases for my family. The trunk is packed, and I’m organizing the suitcases like Tetris. I’m having fun. I’m happy to be helping, and my family is happy. They bring one more piece, the old Samsonite I used to move to the US a long time ago. They ask, “Can you fit one more?” to which I say yes. “I got this.” dreams]]> I’m loading a car trunk with suitcases for my family. The trunk is packed, and I’m organizing the suitcases like Tetris. I’m having fun. I’m happy to be helping, and my family is happy. They bring one more piece, the old Samsonite I used to move to the US a long time ago. They ask, “Can you fit one more?” to which I say yes. “I got this.”

#dreams

]]> https://talktofa.com/i-got-this Fri, 25 Jul 2025 17:19:01 +0000 The library bar https://talktofa.com/the-library-bar?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[New York City. Old loft building. I enter it through a heavy wooden door. Looks like warm cherry with a reddish tint. There’s a living space as soon as I enter the apartment. I walk into what I think is the kitchen. Instead, it’s a long, narrow room with a bar counter. There’s still a bunch of stuff the previous resident left. The walls are floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. They are filled with old, dusty books. It’s a library. The structure is dark, heavy, and gnarly. Almost no natural lighting. At the end of the room is a small stage where musicians perform. It’s a bar. It’s a venue. It’s a gathering place inside the apartment. Every year around this time, I dream of this exact loft and library bar. dreams]]> New York City. Old loft building. I enter it through a heavy wooden door. Looks like warm cherry with a reddish tint. There’s a living space as soon as I enter the apartment. I walk into what I think is the kitchen. Instead, it’s a long, narrow room with a bar counter. There’s still a bunch of stuff the previous resident left. The walls are floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. They are filled with old, dusty books. It’s a library. The structure is dark, heavy, and gnarly. Almost no natural lighting. At the end of the room is a small stage where musicians perform. It’s a bar. It’s a venue. It’s a gathering place inside the apartment.

Every year around this time, I dream of this exact loft and library bar.

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]]> https://talktofa.com/the-library-bar Tue, 08 Jul 2025 19:22:23 +0000 Don't throw knives at me https://talktofa.com/dont-throw-knives-at-me?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[This morning, I woke up in tears. I’d already been crying in my dream. In the dream, I was sitting across from my family at a long table, lined with crisp white linen. Me on one side, them on the other side. It felt like me against them. We were in a dining car on a train. The train was running along the coast. Outside the train was a beautiful, peaceful scene. Inside the train, my family was shouting at me. They were saying harsh, heartless things to me, just as they sometimes used to do in the waking life. They took out hefty cooking knives. One by one, they started throwing them at me. “You are crazy!” I shouted at them as I kept dodging the knives in the air. They continued to throw more knives at me. I begged them to stop, but they weren’t listening. They were too busy throwing knives at me. When I woke up, I felt just… incredibly sad. I was coming to terms with the hurt I felt all my life. I carried their emotional burden on my shoulders. I tolerated their projected pain and anger. These are the things I kept brushing off growing up because I didn’t want to see my family as villains, and I somehow thought I deserved such treatment. The other day, I heard someone say that most of us don’t hurt each other on purpose. I felt that. My family didn’t intend to hurt me, I’m sure, or I hope. But the damage was made in me. Words were said to me. The dream forced me to relive and feel all those difficult emotions that I didn’t get to accept and feel when I first experienced them. This time, I knew I wasn’t responsible for their emotions. This time, I wasn’t going to protect their feelings over my own. I stayed in bed for a while to process the dream. I felt more tears in my eyes. I cried a bit more. #dreams #healing]]> This morning, I woke up in tears. I’d already been crying in my dream.

In the dream, I was sitting across from my family at a long table, lined with crisp white linen. Me on one side, them on the other side. It felt like me against them. We were in a dining car on a train. The train was running along the coast. Outside the train was a beautiful, peaceful scene. Inside the train, my family was shouting at me. They were saying harsh, heartless things to me, just as they sometimes used to do in the waking life. They took out hefty cooking knives. One by one, they started throwing them at me. “You are crazy!” I shouted at them as I kept dodging the knives in the air. They continued to throw more knives at me. I begged them to stop, but they weren’t listening. They were too busy throwing knives at me.

When I woke up, I felt just… incredibly sad. I was coming to terms with the hurt I felt all my life. I carried their emotional burden on my shoulders. I tolerated their projected pain and anger. These are the things I kept brushing off growing up because I didn’t want to see my family as villains, and I somehow thought I deserved such treatment.

The other day, I heard someone say that most of us don’t hurt each other on purpose. I felt that. My family didn’t intend to hurt me, I’m sure, or I hope. But the damage was made in me. Words were said to me. The dream forced me to relive and feel all those difficult emotions that I didn’t get to accept and feel when I first experienced them. This time, I knew I wasn’t responsible for their emotions. This time, I wasn’t going to protect their feelings over my own.

I stayed in bed for a while to process the dream. I felt more tears in my eyes. I cried a bit more.

#dreams #healing

]]> https://talktofa.com/dont-throw-knives-at-me Fri, 30 May 2025 07:52:54 +0000 Protection https://talktofa.com/protection?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[I am in the backseat of a Porsche, inside a large warehouse. The place feels like a corn maze, but made with concrete instead. The car is driving itself and about to make a left turn. I quickly hop in the empty driver’s seat, but the seat is pushed way back, to the point my legs can’t reach the pedals. I panic. We are going to crash. Despite my worries, the car turns perfectly, maneuvering carefully and beautifully in the tight space. dreams]]> I am in the backseat of a Porsche, inside a large warehouse. The place feels like a corn maze, but made with concrete instead. The car is driving itself and about to make a left turn. I quickly hop in the empty driver’s seat, but the seat is pushed way back, to the point my legs can’t reach the pedals. I panic. We are going to crash. Despite my worries, the car turns perfectly, maneuvering carefully and beautifully in the tight space.

#dreams

]]> https://talktofa.com/protection Thu, 22 May 2025 05:01:38 +0000 Life without a script https://talktofa.com/life-without-a-script?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[I am part of a small band. I’m the singer. Others are reading music and playing their instruments. They follow the score and practice their craft. I, on the other hand, cannot find my sheet music. The sheet has the lyrics for me to sing. What am I supposed to sing if I don’t know the words? My life comes with no script. I am the creator. I write the things I want to say. I write the scenarios I want to live. I choose the people I like. I do what feels fun and right for me. dreams]]> I am part of a small band. I’m the singer. Others are reading music and playing their instruments. They follow the score and practice their craft. I, on the other hand, cannot find my sheet music. The sheet has the lyrics for me to sing. What am I supposed to sing if I don’t know the words?

My life comes with no script. I am the creator. I write the things I want to say. I write the scenarios I want to live. I choose the people I like. I do what feels fun and right for me.

#dreams

]]> https://talktofa.com/life-without-a-script Tue, 06 May 2025 22:56:44 +0000 Sweet dream https://talktofa.com/sweet-dream?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[You came into my dream the other night  We were at a dessert buffet  You got yourself creamy custard  You were so happy  I got a slice of tres leches with coconut flakes all over it You wanted us to enjoy the treats together  It was so sweet  And peaceful You come and visit me in my dreams from time to time Telling me what’s going on in your waking life What’s on your mind  How you are feeling I once said to you ”I can always feel your energy” That never changed  It still is true  You never left my heart. dreams]]> You came into my dream the other night  We were at a dessert buffet  You got yourself creamy custard  You were so happy  I got a slice of tres leches with coconut flakes all over it You wanted us to enjoy the treats together  It was so sweet  And peaceful

You come and visit me in my dreams from time to time Telling me what’s going on in your waking life What’s on your mind  How you are feeling

I once said to you ”I can always feel your energy” That never changed  It still is true  You never left my heart.

#dreams

]]> https://talktofa.com/sweet-dream Sun, 02 Feb 2025 05:51:11 +0000 recent dreams https://talktofa.com/recent-dreams?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[ dreams ]]>

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]]> https://talktofa.com/recent-dreams Sun, 08 Dec 2024 07:44:24 +0000 curse https://talktofa.com/curse?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[she tells me there was a man in her life a long time ago she loved him with all her heart but they couldn’t be together this was before her marriage the man and grandpa shared the same name she spent the rest of her life with resentment and anger and the resentment and anger infected everyone who came into her life and the lives she created #dreams #ancestors]]> she tells me there was a man in her life a long time ago

she loved him with all her heart

but they couldn’t be together

this was before her marriage

the man and grandpa shared the same name

she spent the rest of her life with resentment and anger

and the resentment and anger infected everyone who came into her life and the lives she created

#dreams #ancestors

]]> https://talktofa.com/curse Wed, 21 Aug 2024 04:55:24 +0000 Grandma https://talktofa.com/grandma?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[ She entered the room in a flamboyant manner. Dressed in a marigold color two-piece suit that resembled a noble African tribe chief. It suited her so well, and she looked completely androgynous. Grandma, from my dream journal. #art #dreams #ancestors]]>

She entered the room in a flamboyant manner. Dressed in a marigold color two-piece suit that resembled a noble African tribe chief. It suited her so well, and she looked completely androgynous.

Grandma, from my dream journal.

#art #dreams #ancestors

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