View fullsize Death in My Love There's death in my love, an apocalypse even. Every morning is a mourning. I grieve, bloom, and wilt in love. This is love as a spiral. We have always lived in these moments—beginning and ending spun until they blur out of focu
View fullsize Every Age is an OM The sorrows of life are just scripts. No surprises, only agreed-upon choices. I stand here with every age I've ever been. Wisdom waits at all angles as I thrum aliveness back like OM's echo so the universe doesn’t forget me.
View fullsize The Spiral Branch Someone I loved had died. I traveled down the road where his body was found. In that place was a white chalk outline of his body and the branch that had fallen from the tree to kill him. The branch was spiraling. I hooked it around
View fullsize The Light He Couldn’t Steal I’m about to do Reiki on someone—what my angels are calling “light touch.” I think it’s going to be my fifth-grade crush, and I’m genuinely excited. Fifth-grade Claudia would have
View fullsize I’d Rather Stay Stuck I’m running with my double—a twin who looks exactly like me but is happier and brighter. I challenge her to a race to the top of a mountain. As we run, I’m determined to win. I spot what looks like a tube
View fullsize My First Heartbreak This is not a dream. This is me as a two-year-old on Easter. My mother has just gifted me and the girl next door inflatable bunnies as tall as us. Mine is purple—my favorite color—hers is pink, and I don’t think
View fullsize Love Keeps a Ledger My dream guides show me how long-term relationships are like marathons. In this race, I’m running alongside an ex, carrying our collective baggage. As I fall behind, he neither waits nor helps to lighten my load. “I qu
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View fullsize The Future Estate I return to an estate I’ve somehow inherited but won’t fully own until the future. In the backyard, there’s another house on the land that I’ve never stepped into. I stand at the edge of the lawn, trying to w
View fullsize Will and Want: Last night I saw the aging faces of everyone I've ever loved. Life inevitably brings Death to our steps—we don't need to pull it in. Today, it's about will and want, and whatever draws us closer to love. DREAM, JANUARY 14, 2025
View fullsize The Sinking House A lawyer comes to my family-of-origin home to talk about the property. The lawn is flooded, the ground is soft, and the whole foundation of the house is starting to sink. He explains that this damage should have been disclosed&mdash
View fullsize The Hidden Church: I discover a multi-story cathedral behind the bookshelves of my own house. I assume it’s empty—just old architecture built into the property—but when I walk in I see that services are still being held. A man appro
View fullsize These Loops Are Your Cords I keep circling back to you in dreams, past loves recast as new players. The people we love and hurt lodge in our chakras, carving patterns into our bones. These loops are not just déjà vu—they are your
View fullsize The Unfinished House: I return to a dilapidated house hidden deep in the forest. The structure is half-finished, with an upstairs room I’ve never gone into but know I should. The house belonged to me and someone else—it was our shared fo
View fullsize Energetic Real Estate: After many dreams of moving through temporary spaces in Chicago—hotel rooms, sublets, room rentals—I finally move into a sky-rise unit overlooking the lake. This elevated perspective and wrap-around windows feel li
View fullsize The Love in Every Dream I try to find the love in every dream. Sometimes there is no love. Sometimes it’s broken things and duties and misunderstandings. I wake up and look for it inside me, sifting through the debris. My heart exhales, like it
View fullsize The Tiny House: I inherit the Historical House of my lineage, and it is partially under renovation. My childhood bedroom is tucked into one wing. I haven’t explored all the rooms yet, but I go ahead and open the house to the public. I host conf
View fullsize The Haunted House I meet an orphaned woman who lives alone in a haunted house she inherited. The house is wild and performative—the walls flip, dimensions wobble, mirrors play tricks, rooms rearrange themselves just to scare whoever enters. I&r
View fullsize Beauty Egg: Every truth corresponds to its own level of consciousness. I say I love you in this timeline and it means nothing in another. There’s a beauty egg that falls between dimensions. It cracks. I rub the milky yolk all over my skin. The
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