Dreams A–Z

A deep pool of ink as a source for words, images and memory—sometimes full, sometimes overflowing, sometimes dark and still.

A hot, clanging workshop where metal is shaped—hammer, anvil, fire and sparks transform raw ore into purpose.

A tall, pale tower set apart from the world, felt safe but distant; you observe life from above rather than participate.

A large pale whale with ivory skin moves slowly through open or foggy sea, surfacing gently and emitting a deep, resonant presence.

A dream about being interviewed — evaluation, performance, opportunity and inner judgment mingled with hope and nerves.

A stand of juniper trees as a protective, clarifying presence—alive with resin scent, wind, and small birds. The dream centers on boundary, permission, and purification.

A small, crowded space holding miscellaneous objects: forgotten tools, receipts, small gifts, tangled cords — a repository of odds and ends and stray memories.

A shifting tube of colors and patterns that refracts light into endless miniature worlds—playful, fractal, never the same twice.

A contained, sheltered pool of water set apart from the open sea—calm margins, hidden depths, and a meeting place for land and ocean.

A glowing reef of lanterns beneath or at the waterline: soft light among coral and tidal crevices, calling and revealing pathways.

A grid-like structure suggesting patterns, boundaries, repeated connections — can feel both supportive and confining depending on your movement through it.

A sealed chamber or closed door you cannot open — feelings of containment, secrecy and a cautious curiosity about what lies inside.

A coastal harbor shaped around a giant lodestone: compasses wobble, iron piers hum, vessels and people are subtly pulled toward a single anchoring point.

A lotus unfolding from dark water into light — a symbol of emergence, purity that grew through difficulty, and slow inner opening.

A soft, repetitive song in the dream that soothes, calls forth childhood images, or lingers after waking as an emotional echo.

A small, warm attic scented with dry maple leaves and wood; trunks, folded linens, faded photos and a single ladder leading back down.

You stand in a wide marble atrium: echoing columns, a central skylight, cool polished floors and a small fountain. The space feels formal yet empty, like an invitation to enter or leave.

A sunlit field of marigolds, soft breeze, a clear path through golden blooms and the feel of warm earth underfoot.

A sailor's logbook, a compass, and changing seas — a dream about charting direction, memory, and returning home after a long voyage.

A wooden stage where you or a figure moves like a marionette under visible strings — a scene of performance, control, and enacted roles.

A threshold shaped from bone or marrow — intimate, porous, and uncanny; the dream feels like a deep personal gateway between body and story.

A small wooden match igniting or unlit — a fragile catalyst of light, heat and sudden change.

A quiet stone corridor of memorials and niches, cool air, names carved into marble, a sense of both shelter and holding.

A small sentinel animal: social, watchful, quick to signal and coordinate with its group.