A Crow Kissed My Shame, My Jaw Dropped, and I Walked Through the Door

Decoding my own dreams.🖤

🖤 Last night I asked for transmissions. I got a whole season of them.

I laid on my back and whispered to the dark:
“If any transmissions are available, I’m receiving now.”

And, oh, baby crow—they delivered. Full broadcast.
Teeth. Fire. Talking animals. A jaw on the floor. And one very rude ant.

What follows is the actual dream download + what it meant.
Yes, I analyzed it. Yes, it’s about family. Yes, my brain is a haunted theater. You’re welcome.

🌒 Dream Date: Mother’s Day Night, 2025

Dreamer: Loui – hey, that’s me!
Vibe: Sleepy-psychic summoning spell
Theme: Breaking shame. Reclaiming the body.
Kissing the parts of me I was told to hide.

🜁 The dream clips – like a trailer, but make it feral

• A face. Jaw drops. Like, drops to the floor.

• Two crow-men .. shape-shift into each other and kiss.

• A black cat walks in like she owns the place – she does.

• I get bit by an ant on my hand. In the dream. I feel it in real life. Wakes me up.

• Next dream, I walk through the exit door from The Truman Show.

🜂 What it all means – the funny, holy, rude truth...

1. The jaw drop

This is where the silence snapped.
My inner child just said: “I’m done pretending this is normal.”

That jaw? It’s been clenched for years, babysitting all the things I was never allowed to say.
This was the moment it gave up the job.

Translation: My silence contract expired. My mouth wants to live now.

“Where they taught you to bite your tongue, you now speak in spells.”

2. The crow-men make out

Two shape-shifting crow dudes.
One kiss.. Infinite power.
They weren’t confused. They weren’t weird. They were home.

That was my inner protectors—Joy and Loui—finally calling a truce and making out about it.

Translation: My strength and softness are no longer divorced. They eloped.

“When power kisses tenderness, you become whole.”

3. The black cat

She strutted in like: “I’ve been watching this whole time, and I’m unimpressed, but I love you anyway.”

This was my inner witch showing up to say:
“You don’t have to prove your magic anymore. You’re it.”

Translation: My intuition doesn’t need permission. She’s wearing heels now.

4. The ant bite

So this little jerk bites my hand in the dream—and I wake up from the pain.
It was so real I checked my skin. Nothing there.
Just the lesson:

Even in your sleep, your body is trying to wake you the heck up.
The ant was the tiniest soldier yelling: MOVE.

Translation: My nervous system said: “Stop waiting for someone to say it’s time.”
It already is.

“The dream bit back so you would move forward.”

5. The Truman Show door

Oh look. A metaphor with exit signs.

I walked through the door. For real. Out of the show. Out of the script.
Out of the “this is just how families are” gaslight fog.

Translation: I don’t live in their story anymore. I make my own now.

🜃 Wake-up bonus content – memory unlocked

This isn’t about blaming anyone, this is about biology.
A memory happened when I woke up.
My body remembered. And now I do too.

I was maybe 9 or 10 and had just discovered self-pleasure.
Yes, there is definitely a time and place.. I was doing it under a blanket during a family movie ..classic.
Mom sees. Pulls me aside.
Hisses like a horror movie nun.
Tells me it’s disgusting...

That was the moment I left my body.
That’s when my jaw started clenching.
That’s when I learned:
Pleasure is punishment.
Curiosity is guilt.
My Body is gross.

And that’s the spell I just broke.

🜔 Final crow truth

This wasn’t just a dream. It was an initiation.

• Jaw dropping is the silence shattered

• Crow-men kissing were my parts unified

• Cat showing up was my witch self confirmed

• Ant biting me was my body saying move

• “I walked out” means… I. Walked. Out.

This wasn’t a dream.
It was molting.

“Where your body was punished, let your will be praised.”

You’re allowed to laugh.
You’re allowed to feel good.
You’re allowed to be totally stunned that your brain served up all this wisdom while horizontal and drooling.

Me too.

Pass it on if you know someone whose jaw needs to drop next.

🖤 — Loui

Shame around self-expression, childhood punishment around sexuality, silence in emotionally restricted families, trauma stored in the body, and the longing to reclaim your voice after generational suppression.
People arrive here with a clenched jaw, wondering why they’re still waiting for permission.
They leave remembering: their mouth is holy. Their body is telling the truth. And silence was never love.