The Haunted Painting

I jostled my partner in a panic and asked him if he heard that. He did, so he got up to investigate. Turns out, the painting had randomly fallen over and caused the crash sound.

The next day, I moved the painting to another area in the craft room, so she wasn’t looking at the doorway.

Fast forward a couple of months to just a few days ago—I am in the craft room doing some yoga. I find myself staring at the eyes of the painting and thinking that she needed some pupils to complete her eyes. At that exact moment, I hear a scratching sound coming from the closet, just beside the painting.

Births & Brujas

I am lying in bed asleep. My partner is out of town, so it’s just me in the bed. I keep waking up over and over this night. Every time I wake up, the tops of my legs are tingling as if they had been asleep. In the moment, this puzzles me because I cannot figure out why just the tops of my legs keep falling asleep.

It’s as if something, or someone, is sitting on them.

I finally fall asleep. I dream that a witch is standing in front of me and casting some type of spell over my throat chakra. She is nearly scratching it with her fingernails.

I jolt awake! I’m lying on my back–and I NEVER sleep on my back–completely sideways in the bed. My legs are tingling. And my breath is audibly raspy, like I am gasping for air.

Crossing Over: Grief to Lucidity

I process painful grief from a recent loss. I wake up screaming twice in one week. I use the process of grieving and nightmares to successfully trigger a lucid dream that brings me a unexpected sense of peace.

“…I am sitting on the floor in the bedroom with my hands under some bed covers. The spirit’s hands come through the covers and grab onto my hands. Its nails sink deep into my knuckles, easily slicing through my skin. I can literally feel this in my dream, and it hurts.
In a super low, super creepy voice, I wake myself up clearly screaming, ‘Take them out!’
I check my phone, and it’s exactly 4:01 a.m. My hands hurt so badly that I can barely move them…”

Retrograde Reruns

Retrograding motion in the cosmos brings me a nightmare, and I wake up screaming. I process the trauma of losing my loved ones, the great protectors. I commit to holding space for my pain and grief.

Intentional dream re-entry

I consciously re-enter a previous dream while in a meditative, trance state and begin to clear blockages of grief. I share a poem I wrote about my grandmother’s death.

This Is My Home

I begin to set the spirits free inside the Big House. One spirit refuses to reveal herself and leave.

Big House, Big Energy

I reveal more about the “Big House,” a common location for my dreams. My partner and I share a dream about a spirit there.