This blog unpacks why dreaming about houses isn’t about architecture—it’s about you. Every leaky faucet, overstuffed attic, and haunted hallway represents a piece of your emotional, mental, or spiritual life asking for attention. We walk room by room through the dreamhouse, decoding every floorboard, broken appliance, and closet full of skeletons. By the end, readers realize they aren’t just dreaming inside a house—they’re dreaming as the house itself.

This is me decoding five dreams I had in one night that didn’t whisper spiritual lessons—they screamed them, lit them on fire, and threw them off a bridge. A man landed from the sky carrying a volcano like it was a yoga mat. A goggled worker version of me waved twice because apparently once wasn’t enough. My old selves tried to audition their way to approval and face-planted into the emotional river. And then there was a blue painting of me looking holy, fragmented, and very done with pretending.

This blog is a full decode of what vehicles mean in dreams—from crashed sedans to missing motorcycles to soul-shattering plane layovers. It dives deep into the emotional, spiritual, and ancestral messages behind every form of movement (or lack thereof) in your sleeping mind. Each symbol reveals how your subconscious is navigating identity, control, resistance, or expansion. Whether you’re flying, breaking down, or stuck in someone else’s story—your dream vehicle is asking: Who’s really driving this thing?

This post is a deep dive into the dream meaning of all things water—rivers, rain, tsunamis, leaky faucets, and everything in between. Water dreams speak the language of emotion, memory, and transformation. Whether the water is still, crashing, or dripping, it’s always trying to move something sacred through you. This guide helps readers decode the emotional layers beneath their most soaked subconscious symbols.

This dream captures a brutal moment in the motel era—when Sarlon was rebuilding his soul hydration while dodging guilt traps, generational shame, and the performance demands of survival culture. From refilling a camel pack to watching a kid get handed a humiliating quarter, the dream unpacks what it means to refuse the role, break cycles, and stop performing for systems that never fed you. Through layered symbols like DJ gigs, bungee tightropes, and parental guilt, this blog decodes the sacred moment where survival shifts into sovereignty. It’s not about falling—it’s about refusing to jump for applause. And sometimes, the real revolution is staying grounded.

A strange dream featuring itchy butts, sacred color patterns, and a feral fish in a school pool becomes a mythic decoding of emotional exposure, outdated tools, and the raw grit it takes to guard your wild self without breaking it. Through symbols like a snow shovel and barracudas, the blog dissects how our dreams reveal not only our wounds but the sacred fire trying to burst through them.

In this second dream entry, Sarlon arrives in a gold sedan, only to lose it in a strange neighborhood while trying to follow others to a beach. The dream dissects identity loss, the illusion of safety, and the spiritual cost of chasing systems that were never built to hold you. It unpacks the painful realization that your “life vehicle” was parked in someone else’s driveway—and how losing it was actually the beginning of freedom. With razor-sharp layers of symbolic analysis and mythic initiation, this post is for anyone who’s ever felt ghosted by the very life they tried to build. Includes a psychological breakdown, sacred salvage, and a soul-whisper back to the self that survived.

This blog decodes a powerful dream fragment featuring a blue cop car, the number 905, and a white and grey cat. Through symbolism and emotional insight, Loui breaks down how the dream speaks to the end of self-policing, the rise of clarity, and the return to wild truth. The dream reveals a threshold moment: where the old rules no longer hold, and the inner feral guide is ready to lead. The blog includes a ritual called Follow the Feral and a sacred blessing for anyone tired of performing emotional obedience. It's a reminder that silence isn't strength—and following your softness is a revolutionary act.

This is a dream journal and confession from a night filled with powerful symbols: a future self, rainbow megaphone, frogs, a penguin, a sacred painting, and a stranger with a stroller. Each dream image held emotional truths about parenting, trauma healing, nervous system survival, and reclaiming personal presence. Through each flash, I realized I wasn’t just dreaming—I was remembering how to stay. This is the story of learning how to be the one who doesn’t disappear. The one who stays in the yard—even when it gets hard.

Loui wakes from a dream about a Venus flytrap—symbol of sharp, beautiful boundaries—only to discover a live dragonfly inside her toddler’s diaper the next morning. As if summoned by cosmic absurdity, her familiar cat Aimee has been delivering spirit animals all week, but this one is next level. Through flytraps, diapers, and dragonfly omens, Loui unpacks what it means to molt not just as an individual—but as a parent carrying sacred lineage forward.

This is the first post in a 9-part dream decoding series, pulling apart Sarlon White’s real survival dreams from one of the hardest times of his life.
Through eviction, pregnancy, back pain, and collapse, his dreams turned into survival maps — and we’re digging them up, one by one.
This entry breaks down the first dream: a hill, a knife fight, ghost friends, and a brutal fight to stay alive without losing your soul.
If you’ve ever felt like you were fighting just to exist, this series is your mirror.
We’re not here to survive pretty — we’re here to survive real.

This blog decodes a vivid dream full of sacred animal symbols and surreal visions to uncover the deeper grief of emotional molting. It explores what happens when personal healing outgrows the relationships and stories that once defined belonging. Through this dreamwork, readers are invited to honor their grief, trust their molting, and see emotional disconnection not as failure — but as the natural aftermath of crossing into a new timeline. It’s not crazy. It’s holy work.

Dreaming about a car means your life is trying to go somewhere—or maybe it’s stuck. Whether you’re driving, crashing, or just riding along, your dream is showing how you really feel about control and change. This explains what every part of the car means, like signs from your body and your spirit. So... ready to take the wheel?

Pregnancy dreams aren’t about actual babies—they’re sacred metaphors for what’s growing inside the dreamer: new identities, timelines, or deep emotional shifts. Whether joyful, anxious, or downright weird, these dreams signal powerful internal transformations. This blog breaks down what pregnancy dreams really mean, adds humor to the holy mess, and invites the reader to honor what’s crowning within them—even if it’s overdue, awkward, or arrives with weird cravings. It’s not a prophecy—it’s a becoming.

I had a dream about a group hug, a plant in my bed, and the Cheers bar. It felt weird, but it actually helped me understand how much I’ve grown. I realized I’m not stuck in old patterns anymore. My brain and body are healing, and this dream showed me I’m safe now. Even small, silly dreams can mean something big.

Dreamed you were naked in public? That’s not embarrassment—it’s a breakthrough.
Nudity in dreams isn’t about your body, it’s about your soul showing up unfiltered, armor off, truth out.
This full Crow Signal decodes what your missing clothes mean—emotionally, energetically, and spiritually.
Ready to see what your subconscious has been trying to reveal? Let’s strip the symbolism.

I asked the universe for signs—and it gave me a shark in the sky, a zebra in the street, and a dead mouse at my feet.
This wasn’t just a dream—it was a demolition wrapped in metaphor and dropped through my ceiling at 5am.
Here’s what it meant, how it cracked open my nervous system, and what you need to know if your dreams have been getting weird lately.
Hint: They’re not dreams. They’re invitations. Ready to open yours?

I had a dream that literally touched my face—and I’m not being metaphorical. This blog is a full dream interpretation of what happened, what it meant, and how it connected to everything I’ve been stepping into spiritually. From tiger symbols to real physical sensations to a wild cameo from Susan Sarandon (yes, really), this dream was full of messages. I'm sharing the full breakdown—and opening the door for you to send me yours too. If your dreams have been louder lately, this is your sign to start listening.

Learn how I stopped my PTSD nightmares for good using lucid dreaming. This raw story shares how trauma showed up in my dreams—and how I reclaimed my power, rewrote the ending, and found healing in the dream world. Tools, rituals, and reality checks included.

Dreams are not random chaos. They're sacred soul-letters written before waking life got loud. Dreams help you molt your old skin, shed outdated truths, and awaken your real self. Send your weird dreams to Loui Crow for a sacred roast, ritual, and interpretation you didn’t know you needed.