It’s been a long while since my last post, I haven’t abandoned my practice, just got too lazy to type out my journeys.
On the night of June 23, 2025, I had a dream, and I knew right away, it’s time for me to finally “break the silence”.
The Dream
It wasn’t my home – not exactly – but it felt like it belonged to me. Spacious, quiet, with a large couch pressed against a wide window that framed the view like a painting. Outside, a river or lake stretched long and soft in the distance, its surface speckled with lotus buds, all still closed, holding their bloom in silence. Stone steps descended to the water here and there, like those along the Seine. Beyond the far bank on the left, stood an old cemetery – regal and worn – its tombstones tall, intricate, heavy with history. Around it, buildings rose, unfamiliar but beautiful in a way I couldn’t place, their architecture foreign, maybe imagined.
I was alone at first, simply watching. But then I noticed people passing by outside the window – tourists perhaps – stopping to take photos of the view. Their presence stirred something in me. It made me look again, as if I hadn’t truly seen what I was sitting in front of until I saw it through their eyes.
Then came a shift. Someone entered the room from behind me – a presence I knew instantly, intimately. A dear old friend. I turned, and my breath caught. His face… it wasn’t fully human. Not monstrous, but strange. A hybrid of man and dragon. Not scales and smoke, but something ancient and uncanny lived in the lines of his features. He smiled, warm and gentle, and even though his appearance startled me, I wasn’t afraid. I knew he meant me no harm.
He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans – something about the crispness of the white shirt shone unnaturally bright in the otherwise muted, earthy dream. As if he carried light with him. He asked me to scoot over, and I did. He sat beside me on the couch. We didn’t speak.
And then I woke up.
This wasn’t the strangest dream I’ve had, but definitely one of the most interesting ones, especially because it happened the day before a new moon in Cancer, which is known to bring a chance for new beginnings, intuition and a heightened knowledge of what we truly need. I guess it is time to decide how I want to nurture my path forward.
Now let’s take a look at what this dreams means…
The Analysis
A Home That Isn’t My Home: this could mean a sense of inner unfamiliarity – I’m in a place that is “mine” but not yet known to me. Could suggest I’m in a transitional life phase, stepping into a new version of myself that hasn’t fully settled.
Lake/River with Lotus Buds: water often is the unconscious, emotional, feminine energy. A lake or river represents flow, the passage of time or life, and often soul-depth. The lotus could represent potential, spiritual awakening, and growth from the mud. The fact that they’re still buds suggests that something in me is not yet fully awakened, though it’s close. There is beauty and stillness, but also anticipation.
Stairs Leading Down: stairs are often a transitional symbol between states – the conscious and unconscious, surface and depth, everyday and spiritual. They invite descent, reflection, initiation.
Old, Grand Tombstones: this cemetery in my dream is not scary; it’s beautiful, historical, and dignified. It might represent past identities, ancestors, or parts of myself that have died – not in a tragic way, but a necessary way. It could also signify respect for the past, lineage, or the honoring of what has come before me. Being across the water suggests a kind of emotional distance from these “deaths” – not repressed, but held with reverence.
It was the tourists taking pictures of the view that made me really take in the beauty I’ve been sitting on. It could mean in real life I’m taking something I already have for granted, until others remind me how precious and interesting it truly is.
The Close Friend with the Dragon-Human Face is the most charged image in my dream.
A beloved friend taking on a dragon-hybrid form could suggest that something familiar has taken on an archetypal or symbolic quality. The dragon is a powerful, ancient symbol. On some medieval maps, unexplored areas were marked with the Latin phrase “sunt dracones” – “there are dragons”. It’s a warning and also a challenge, saying no one knows what’s out there.
In some traditions (Eastern), dragons are wise, benevolent, and elemental. In others (Western), it represents danger, unconscious power, or the “shadow” that must be faced. I’m stunned by his appearance, yet trust him deeply, this may suggest a confrontation with my own shadow or power – a part of me or my life that looks monstrous at first glance, but is actually allied with me. His request to sit beside me could be seen as an invitation: “Make space for me.” Not to reject the strangeness, but to let it sit beside me while I face the still-unopened beauty (the lotus buds).
The Couch Moment: I’m seated and at rest, observing. The couch has its back to the window could imply that I’m not looking outward in movement but in contemplation. This isn’t a dream of action – it’s a dream of receptivity, maybe integration.
The Take-away:
- There are transformations which are not yet complete.
- Beauty and fear, strangeness and familiarity coexisting.
- The sacredness of letting go is held at a distance but within view.
- A call to make peace with power or change – what looks terrifying may be the very thing that belongs next to me.
- Rewarding adventures await in uncharted territory, proceed with caution – but do proceed.
In the coming periods, if I find myself entering uncharted territory, rather than retreat or duck, I will go right ahead with respectful curiosity. Some so-called dragons are imaginary, others are treasure keepers who might be willing to share their treasures with a dear friend.
Inner Orbit 