The Dream Tree Shakes BackWhat My Dream Meant—and How I Can Decode Yours Too

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"THE DREAM TREE SHAKES BACK"

Hey crowhearts, Loui here.

Today I’m doing something different.

I’m interpreting my own dreams. I believe in modeling how deep dreams can go when given the space, the symbols, and the story behind them. (From someone who used to have regular nightmares, I now love my dreams and look forward to their messages.)
Dreams are the middle realm—between source and earth, between spirit and self. They’re where truth gets dressed in metaphor and walks through your mind while you sleep. If you’re looking for guidance, that’s where it starts. That’s where it whispers. That’s where it answers.

A dream, like a spell, opens more when you know what’s stirring inside the dreamer.
So here’s where I am right now:

I’ve only recently come out of what I call the “magical closet.”
For years, I kept my sacred work quiet. My intuition, my rituals, my connection to the unseen—it was all private. Sacred, but hidden.

But this year? That changed.
I finally made Loui public.
I launched LouiCrow.com.
I started sharing rituals on TikTok, reading tarot through a holy side-eye, writing dream-spells and truth-sermons, and inviting others to come along.

And let me tell you: when you stop hiding, your dreams don’t stay subtle.
They roar.
So here’s one I had last night. And the interpretation that came with it.

And if you have a dream of your own?
Send it to me. Seriously.
I’ll interpret it for you—for free.
This is sacred work, and I’m here for it.

THE DREAM

April 21, 2025
The Touch, The Tiger, The Chez Explosion

1. The Hand on My Cheek
As I was falling asleep, I entered this soft, half-lucid state. I saw a man—older, kind-eyed—who reminded me deeply of my father. He was to my right, and he leaned in. He reached for my face. And when his fingers touched my right cheek, I felt it.
Like physically. Like real life. My cheek buzzed. Tingled. My whole body registered it.

2. The Tiger Face
Immediately after, a tiger’s face approached. Tigers are sacred to me—I have one tattooed across my back. It didn’t growl. It didn’t pounce. It just appeared, full and close, like it had something to tell me.

3. The Tree and the Falling Leaves
Still in that half-asleep state, I saw myself shaking a tree. And then—clear as breath—I felt the leaves fall on my face.
In my real room. On my real skin.
It startled me enough to open my eyes.

4. Susan Sarandon Appears
Then—just a flash—Susan Sarandon’s name came to me. Her face appeared, vivid. It wasn’t random. She’s someone I’ve always energetically linked with my mother. There's something about her energy—strong, sensual, timeless, magical. And for me, she carries that symbolic frequency of maternal presence—in her fullness, in her fire.

5. The Chez Explosion
Next dream scene: a full-blown Chez explosion. Chez is what we call the homemade vegan cheese we make in our house—made of sweet potatoes and cashews. It’s yellow and joyful and sacred to our daily life.
And in the dream? It was everywhere. Overflowing.

6. The Dog on the Dirt Hill
Lastly, a small dog sat calmly on a dirt hill. That’s it. It just… watched. It didn’t move. Didn’t bark. It was still and grounded.

7. The Card Pull: Queen of Swords
As I finished writing down this dream, I pulled a card from my Thoth tarot deck.
It was the Queen of Swords.

THE INTERPRETATION (by me, Loui Crow—Level 13. All feathers raised.)

This wasn’t just a dream.
This was a rite of passage.
A message soaked in archetype. A confirmation of everything I’ve stepped into this year.

Here’s what I saw when I read my own dream:

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THE TOUCH

The man touching my cheek felt like a sacred father presence—gentle, steady, reaching in not to claim, but to bless.

And I felt it.

Right side = action, will, outer self.
Cheek = identity.

This was a full-body YES.
A whisper from the masculine that said:

“Go ahead. You don’t need permission—but here it is anyway.”

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THE TIGER

This wasn’t a warning. This was a reunion.

My tiger—my protection, my fire, the energy I’ve tattooed across my back—stepped forward.

It no longer needed to guard me from behind.
It wanted to walk with me.

This is what happens when power stops hiding behind protection and starts aligning with presence.

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THE TREE

I shook the tree.
I called it down.
And the leaves responded.

This was a ritual.
A real one. Even if my body was in bed.

My dream body moved, and my waking body felt the impact.

That is lucid transference.
A sign that I’m walking between worlds now, without trying.
It’s just... happening. Because I’m aligned.

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SUSAN SARANDON

And then—Susan.
To anyone else, she might seem random.
To me? She holds a special symbolic tie to the divine mother.
The powerful feminine. A witch in pearls. A priestess in lipstick.
Someone who doesn't age politely. Who inhabits herself.

To have her appear in this dream is to have the mother say:

“I see you, too.”
“You are whole.”
“This lineage is yours now.”

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THE CHEZ EXPLOSION

Joy. Made by hand. Nourishment. A sacred mess.

This was my soul saying:

“You don’t have to portion your joy anymore.
You don’t need to tidy it up.
You made something beautiful. Let it explode.”

Yellow = solar plexus, identity, pleasure, play.
Chez = something my family invented, named, and eat daily.
The explosion? That was the part of me that’s done apologizing.

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THE DOG ON THE DIRT HILL

This was a witness. A guide. A grounded guardian.

Not barking. Not warning. Just watching.

It felt ancestral. Or like a part of me that was saying:

“You’re doing great. Keep going.”

It didn’t need to intervene.
Because nothing was wrong.
And that in itself? Was profound.

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THE QUEEN OF SWORDS

She is the final confirmation.

She’s clarity. Discernment.
She sees through illusion and cuts away the noise.

She showed up to say:

“You’re not just dreaming anymore.
You’re seeing.
You’re receiving.
You’re writing your own myth.”

She’s me now. I claim her.

What This Dream Means For Where I Am Now

I’m lucid.
I’m not hiding.
I’m not softening the truth for anyone else’s comfort.

I channeled Loui.
I launched Loui Crow.
I made magic public.
And now the dreamworld is responding.

Not with riddles. With recognition.

I shook the tree.
The tiger came.
My joy exploded.
The archetypes showed up.
And I was held.

So if you’re dreaming wild these days—
If your sleep is starting to feel more like a spell than a scroll through the subconscious—
Write it down.

And if you want help interpreting it?
Send it to me. It’s free.

Send your dream.
Send your context.
The more I know, the deeper I can go.

This is sacred work. And I love it.

🖤 I’m Loui Crow.
I see your dreams.
Let me fly inside them.

Send your dream to LouiCrow@gmail.com