I had one of those dreams last night that sticks with you. You know the kind – the ones that feel so bloody real you wake up sweating, rattled, and wondering whether your subconscious has been hitting the tequila without you.
Here’s the dream (brace yourself):
I could hear a car outside my house blasting loud music and revving. I looked out the window, and there it was — a massive white BMW. Inside was some bloke in the driver’s seat and one of my youngest daughter’s friends in the passenger seat.
Instant mum-radar pinging.
I went into my daughter’s room – where she was having a sleepover with another friend – and told them their mate was outside. I said, “If she’s not safe, girls, you need to step up and get her to come inside.”
So far, so normal… for a dream. But then it went full horror-movie-meets-comedy.
Next thing, I go back into the room and the boyfriend is now in bed with all three of the girls. Cue me absolutely losing my shit – yelling, swearing, telling him to get out of my house, threatening to call the police. Proper mama-bear mode.
And then – here’s the kicker – as I’m chasing him downstairs, demanding to know how old he is, he suddenly turns into… a kitten. Yep. Fluffy, tiny, slips out through the cat flap.
I fling the door open to keep shouting (at a kitten, obviously), and suddenly I’m grabbed from behind by a figure all dressed in black, hand over my mouth, dragging me away. That’s when I woke up.
I can still remember every detail – it was that vivid.
So… what the hell was that about?
If I play dream detective, here’s what I reckon:
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The BMW – flashy, loud, disruptive. Symbol of things outside my control barging into my peace.
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The teenage girls – my protective instincts cranked up to max.
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The boyfriend in the bed – violation of boundaries. Big fat “nope.”
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The kitten transformation – my anger not being taken seriously. Threat turns fluffy. “Oh, she’s overreacting.” Sound familiar?
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The figure in black – fear of being silenced, dragged off, losing control.
Basically, my subconscious stitched together all my biggest triggers into one surreal midnight drama.
The Real Lesson Hiding in the Madness
When I look at it through a “Nexus lens,” the dream was about boundaries, protection, and finding your voice.
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I’m fierce when it comes to standing up for my kids, my space, my values.
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But there’s a part of me that fears being made to feel “too much” – like I’m yelling at a kitten while everyone else shrugs.
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And deep down, there’s that lurking shadow of imposter syndrome, trying to silence me when I step into my power.
The takeaway? Stop playing small. Stop worrying that standing up for myself will make me look silly. My voice matters – even when it feels like I’m shouting at kittens.
Over to You
Ever had a dream that was equal parts bizarre and revealing? What did it tell you about yourself when you looked at it sideways?
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