Moonlit premonitions

A dream fairy’s travel through a celebration of death and rebirth

Since I was a little child I have always had psychic dreams. I have known when someone was sick, dying, pregnant, or coming to see me. I have felt when things were changing, shifting, or ending. The most interesting thing about psychic dreams are I have no influence on when or why they happen or who they are for. They just come.

The psychic dreams have been more frequent than usual the past few months and this one feels really important.

One thing about these dreams is they are very detailed, layered with information, verbal, actual, and clairsentient. I also can feel things like I do in real life, the temperature of the air, the ground under my feet, the breeze on my face.

This whole week the energy has been buzzing through me. I’ve been traversing its highs and lows, taking in information and expressing myself more often.

I blame the moon.😂 So maybe it’s the reason this dream has made its way to me now.

All year, my intuition has signaled to me that something was coming in late June or early July. Some sort of governmental or cultural shake up that we all (mostly) would be aware of. When I look forward in my minds eye, the energy seems to shift mid July, and become more open or positive, with the height of this feeling for in that midJuly timeline - August.

My astrology peeps have agreed with my intuitive sentiment whenever I’ve expressed it.

I think this dream was a symbolic peek through the doorway to what lies ahead.

In my dream it was around the 4th of July (250th celebration anyone?) and a friend and I were going from neighborhood to neighborhood of dia de Los muertos block parties.

The air was warm. It was a stary night. The crickets chirped. Each home had a little unique celebration happening with ofrendas, activities, food, a raffle, and a special kind of Concha.

We drove to these neighborhoods in my little pickup truck (which I actually do not own) I believe this truck was a subconscious symbol to remind me of my roots, so that I remembered the grit and resilience I possess for the path forward.

As we traveled I relished the celebrations and the concha’s, my friend won a Barbie dream house and a cupcake tower in two separate raffles.

We had a good time laughing, eating, celebrating and connecting with each family and the neighborhoods as a whole. In the cul-de-sacs there were dance floor spaces and live music.

Celebrations of dia de Los muertos on the 4th of July feels like a symbol of celebrating death and rebirth on an auspiciously important day for our country.

The concha’s I think might represent nourishing one another with warmth, care, understanding, and tradition.

There is also an aspect of sharing culture here. And celebrating the culture widely connected to this land we all reside on, and that has been viciously under attack.

Could it be a psychic premonition of returning the land to the people that first inhabited it? Every home had their own version of the celebration, a symbol of the fabric of many cultures homogenized into one umbrella by a specific group perhaps?

A way to represent the vastness of the many cultures that have been lost or that have been fighting to remain in existence?

I’m not sure.

Raffles in my mind symbolizing opportunity. Every one has a chance to win. We all will receive what we need or are supposed to perhaps.

The last home we came upon in the dream was different. People were sitting in chairs listening to a speech. A speech or rather a defense by Elon Musk.

He was justifying his actions, pledging his innocence, pleading for belief. Every one was silent until we arrived.

I stood on a chair in the back of the crowd and yelled “Hey Elon. The reason you are still single is because you act like a little boy. Grow the fuck up.” His face fell and he stopped talking. He looked stunned, and then he just turned around and ran away.

Then it was if god turned the overhead light off. The entire sky and world went pitch black.

Immediately we all pulled out our phones to use our flashlights to find our way home.

I was using mine to find my way back to my truck, except when I got there it was gone. That was the end of the dream. I woke up.

Elon in my mind is the symbol of the first few months of this administration. The DODGE era. In my dream he was all alone trying to plead his case. And fled after my comment. To me this is the symbol of an era dying off.

The darkness is the rebirth. We cannot see our way through the birth canal, we have to feel our way through it. The phones are maybe just what I always do in the dark to see or perhaps a deeper symbolism as phones typically don’t work in my dreams.

Could we all find our way and see what we need through our phones as an era dies off and we make the journey towards a rebirth?

It feels that way. Like this dream was a psychic signal saying hey, your intuition is on track, here is a little more information.

I guess we will see.