It's Time to Dream Again

A year ago, after a series of traumatic events and some terrifying and bold decisions I made, I was facing perhaps the biggest test of faith I had ever experienced. Exactly a year ago, I existed in technicolor panic, two days away from being utterly homeless--before breakthrough came and my life dramatically turned around.

The previous two years were quite a tumultuous blur….I was going through a divorce after 33 years of a difficult marriage. I made the decision to leave my city to get away from decades of memories, crushing rejection, and judgmental people so I could get a fresh start in a new place.

Unbelievably generous and loving people took me in as I put all my stuff in storage except what I could fit in a spare bedroom--to heal and sort through the broken pieces of my life, facing the trauma of all my fears as I asked myself, “Will I be able to survive?”

Bravest thing I have ever done, to step out and try, when inside I felt like an utter failure. Only a handful of people knew and understood and stayed with me. Some gave me hell for my decisions, but they didn’t know the whole story. Most of my friends kept their distance because it was awkward and they didn’t know what to say, I think. Their silence hurt, though.

I felt devastated, having to leave my own beautiful home and yard to learn a new city, find new friends, doctors, and routines, live with new families and their house rules, and not have any of my own personal space other than a bedroom, though extremely thankful to have that much. Mildly put, my ’style’ was cramped. It hurt to breathe sometimes.

I moved between a couple of homes, with my two doggies, working as best I could and saving everything I earned, which wasn’t much, because I was barely functioning. My new ‘families’ let me process my pain with them and they prayed and loved me back to life in too many ways to count. To enjoy their blessed roofs over my head was a miracle—what a sacrifice for them…to do…for Me.

A year ago it became apparent I needed to move again. I was blessed to house sit for some folks who had their house on the market for a few weeks. I took a two-week Dream trip (teaching, work and being exquisitely lavished by my Irish friends). I had lived out of my suitcase for 8 weeks and then returned to the USA with only a few days to find somewhere to live. I was weary. No one had room in their inn for me and my dogs. The horrible rental rat traps I looked at for way too much money was beyond discouraging. I felt pretty hopeless and alone.

It is one thing to say you have faith that your prayers are heard and that you know you will be taken care of, but when put to the test, it could be another thing. I admit--I was a mess! I tried to have faith, but things looked pretty bleak. I spent long days with my dogs in the car looking for places to rent, not having a steady job that assured I could even commit to a rent payment.

I felt my biggest fear was about to come true—to be homeless, living in my car. At least I had one. Or stuck in a stinky tiny beige boring apartment and working a job I hate. There. I said it. I was staring THAT WORST FEAR in the face.

I was on the verge of signing a rental agreement for a most pitiful little place when I heard the Spirit of Truth tell me: “Don’t settle for less than the very best I have for you.”

Angrily, I reminded the Spirit that I it wasn’t beneficial or kind to wait till the last minute to help me! I was furious, faithless, and a teary mess.

However, with two days to spare, one friend of several who had been helping me in my frantic search for digs pulled up a new rental ad and we decided to go look.

I had been having dreams about Green. Go for Green, they said. And on a recent trip across town, every traffic light on the journey was green—it was quite obviously another confirming sign. But I had no idea what all this meant.

Denise and I drove up on this house with ridiculous bright green shutters, not even ready to be seen, yet all of the doors were open. We went inside and the walls were painted a most beautiful shade of green.

I knew I was home. Welcome home to GREEN! No ugly beige. Go, Girl! New Beginnings. Life and peace. And this home has been just that for me.

Just in the nick of time my answer arrived…and this home has been the most beautiful, comfortable, fabulously peaceful place I have ever lived…with a fantastic landlord, neighbors that are like family, space—and lots of beauty all around that feeds my spirit and soul. I thank God every day for this beautiful blessing that feels like a mansion meant for a princess. It was just exactly what I needed.

Shortly after moving in, I finally found the perfect job. Just right for me. Peaceful. Work that stretches me but is not stressful or overwhelming. Good folks. I couldn’t have it any better. Everything has fallen into place, including my grateful heart that now knows how to slide more graciously through difficulties.

I learned my lesson about the role and function of panic and how it doesn’t help. How I am truly cared for when I don’t even see what is coming. How I pour way too much energy into feeding my fears and not anticipating my upcoming delights.

And still even more was provided for me to travel to two major Reachouts as well as a vacation with my kids this past year. Life is really abundant. There have been many provisional miracles along the way. Now, I’m happy. Living with a heart that has been made whole because of miraculous provision that has changed the way I think and the way I see life. I’ve moved from surviving to thriving. From lacking to prospering. From Fear to Faith. I look back and remember the panic…and wish I could have whispered to that terrified person back there, “Your answers are coming! Relax and enjoy the unfolding. You’re going to be ok.”

Boy, am I thankful I didn't listen to the MANY critics and naysayers and the voices within that told me I would fail and be miserable.  I'm so glad I decided to not settle for less than the very best than what my Father had planned for me.  

My deepest thanks to those who reached out and helped me, became my friends, helped me get through the most difficult but beautiful transition in my life. What would I have done without you?

We need to be there for each other, people! Lend a helping hand. Give a word of encouragement. For over a year, people took me in and fed me, listened to me, held me while I cried. I couldn’t have made it without you. Thank you!

I know this is only the beginning. Many exciting adventures are unfolding on the horizon. With my heart full of faith, my heart full of light and life, I’m ready to tackle it and go full steam ahead. It’s time to dream again!






What is this About? 'Normal' Detours in Life

Last week my brakes suddenly went out. They were fine and then they weren’t.

Since I’m working two jobs and rarely have much time off, I had to wait till Saturday to find a fix for my brakes. In a city new to me, I didn’t have any favorite mechanics or familiar places to go, so I ‘randomly’ picked a place close to my house so I could walk home if necessary.

I took my car in, they said it might take two hours, so I started walking. I got almost home and they called…of course, there was more wrong than just needing brake pads. I hurried back to discuss and see the damage (anxiously but bravely pretending that I knew anything about brakes).

I ended up staying there at the brake place for over three hours while they worked on my wheels. (If this were a dream, what would it mean?)

While my car was being tended to, in the inside of the store, something else was stirring. I was inwardly impatient because this was NOT how I wanted to spend a rare free day. Nor could I spare the expense of the work that needed to be done.

So I’m sitting there, waiting, wondering why, and then it happens. The lady at the counter asked me, in front of the waiting room that is packed with people, “Ma’am, what do you do? I saw the bumper sticker on the back of your car and I’m curious what ‘Destiny Dreamz’ is?”

I explained that I’m a professional dream interpreter, that I run a dream interpretation website, teach classes, and build dream interpretation teams.

Her excited response: “Wow! Can I talk to you? I NEVER dream! NEVER! But this morning I had a dream that has rattled me and my whole day, and I can’t shake it…can you help me? I dreamed that I was in my mom’s house…she passed away 4 years ago….” And she told me her dream, passionately in front of everyone.

Then I knew WHY I was taking out a huge chunk of time on my precious Saturday to sit in a ‘random’ brake place. It wasn’t a coincidence. I must admit that this kind of thing happens to me ALL of the time. (OK, Merry, take a deep breath and shift into what you are called and trained to do: meet this lady’s need).

I thought for a couple of minutes. Some of the people waiting rolled their eyes. Then I stepped up to her counter and told her what her dream was saying about her life and her circumstances and her heritage—and how she is built and wired to handle everything with strength and insight despite what people thought of her and how she approached her problems. I encouraged her some more and she brightened up and exclaimed, ‘I NEEDED THAT! THAT IS TRUE! WHAT A DREAM! WHAT A GIFT! WHAT AN ANGEL YOU ARE!”.

She was so desperate for answers that she risked opening up discussion of her dream and her life in front of a crowd. Everyone in the room got to witness a beaten-down lady receive what her heart needed most…encouragement…given through a dream, via a lady who needed new brakes. I ended up talking about dream messages to several others and handing out business cards.

This is how I aim to live my life. When it happens, it usually feels inconvenient. But the rewards of keeping an open mind and being flexible and getting out of my own little world to make a difference for someone else in their world is worth all of the waiting and expense that gets thrown in my path. And usually, it works out better for me time and money-wise in the end. (That same week I was ‘randomly’ given enough money to cover that brake repair job and my little dog’s eye surgery as well).

If I will just cooperate and trust in a good outcome. Relax and do my thing. It is the best way to enjoy life.

Question: What opportunities are being offered to you today that you might miss if you don’t take a breath, shift perspective, look around, and then lean into what you are positioned there to do?

Dream Interpretation at a Porn Convention

A funny thing happened a few years ago when some of us were kicking around potential places and events to go use our dream interpretation skills. Our team regularly sets up in settings like Burning Man, Mind, Body and Spirit expos, ArtWalks, film festivals, and such. Each event requires careful planning, fundraising, and things you might not think about like learning the culture and language of the community we intend to serve. Each new venue can be somewhat daunting as we assess our skills and discern how to best apply them.

But this time we scared ourselves as we decided on something new: A Pornography convention. 

A frequent motto of mine:  Do it scared!

Another one: What you are called to, you will be equipped for. 

We decided that porn stars and other folks involved in the adult industry could use encouragement and TLC, as well as truth that is revealed in the dreams they are likely having. We felt we were being led to sign up and give it a try.

We found ourselves in a learning curve. Our team had widely varying experiences with pornography. Some had been addicted in the past. Some were deeply wounded by loved ones who were. Others of us had no experience or knowledge. We all set out to learn about the industry and to discover how we could bring a positive impact. We had to work through mountains of emotions and get ourselves to a position of understanding and caring deeply for the people in the porn industry.

Our first trip into a Las Vegas porn convention put us to work learning language, principles, strategies, meeting people, making connections, learning how we can best serve.

We spoke with Corpsey (what he named himself), the man who produces a magazine called Corpses and Girls. He was modeling nearly nude girls with dead-looking body parts, always surrounded by a horde of leering photographers. I had to fight emotion and brace myself for a conversation with him that I knew I needed to have.

I worked up the courage to go talk to him. I affirmed his creativity and asked him how he got started in this particular line of business. He told me that when he was 9 he was really sick, close to death, in the hospital. Guess what? He had a dream! He dreamed that he went to hell and the devil told him how to evangelize for Hell. So, from that time on, he knew what his life purpose was and has been working it. He told us how glamorous his life was as a result. Exciting parties, as much sex as he wanted, a chance to express his creativity.

But he also had a list of griefs and disappointments in his life that stemmed from his choices—wishing for family, wholeness, stability, respect, etc. He was clearly troubled.

We eventually told him after he was willing to listen, that his dream may have been a counterfeit dream, one that was seducing him away from his true destiny—to be a life-giver. That he was not one to focus on death, but in bringing life. He was stunned and took it to heart. He hasn’t hosted a booth at that venue since then.

Each year, for several days, we walk the hallways and aisles and strike up conversations about night time dreams as well as day dreams with porn stars and even their managers and others involved in the sex trade. We’ve been invited to join their lounges behind the scenes because the organizers recognize we are not there to judge or condemn but to bless and encourage. We meet with people from all walks of life. People we would never meet on the street, in our community, in our churches. And I believe we make a world of difference for many gals as we tell them, “You are not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well. You have much treasure inside that the world needs to see.”

Sometimes, just hearing something good about yourself and daring to believe it can turn your whole life around.  

Our team started with 5 people.  Next month, we are taking 34 people who are joining our team from all over the world! I feel the sky is the limit and this is only the beginning of similar, future reachouts.

Please keep us in your prayers and thoughts. Putting together a team of this size and training them is quite a feat. We need supernatural unity and communication among our team. Lots of details need to come together. We need everyone to be in a loving place—ready with acceptance and light to shine. We need our dream interpretation, language, and encouragement skills to be sharpened, and energy and good health for standing on our feet and talking all day in a smoky disturbing environment. We see and hear some heartbreaking things out there—so we need to be able to work quickly through our shell shock and get ready to dive in and make a difference for these folks.

We also need financial backing to cover our travel expenses, booth expenses, and to purchase gifts for us to give out to the people we visit with. Please consider helping. Any gift is welcome…money or whatever other gift you may feel to donate. Click on or go to We are grateful for your support and participation.

Out of all the reachouts that our group does, this one is by far the hardest. But perhaps the most fruitful. It stretches us so far out of our comfort zones, making us better people, more brave, more bold, more desiring to get outside of our little worlds and into the lives of others that we would probably never meet anywhere else. We go Vegas to encourage porn stars, but as a result, we are transformed and blessed.


The Nations at Burning Man

One of fascinating things about Burning Man is getting to meet burners from all over the world. It amazes me that folks would come all the way to the desert of Nevada to camp in the dirt for a week, but the international flair is one of sweetest parts of our experience there.

Our team spends our days in our huge Encounter tent talking to people about their treasures inside, the things they want cleansed off of their minds and spirits, their strengths and destinies. At night we trek all over the playa in the crowds, experiencing the art and strike up conversations with people. At the end of the week, we’ve visited with hundreds of folks from every continent. Wow! What a treat!

Many of you have heard some of my stories that I tell in my dream classes about meeting Stephan from Poland, and helping him turn his life right side up. And a lady named Liv from England that was tattooed from head to toe that was so hungry for some inner refreshing. A prince (or at least he said he was) from Saudi Arabia who never had a mother tell him he was significant and we fixed that. Another man from Australia who came in fuming and cursing and left beaming and peaceful. Precious faces and so many stories that I will never forget. Their lives impact mine in a powerful way.

One day in our camp seemed to be ‘Israel’ day…nearly everyone who came into our camp that we spoke with was Israeli. How does that happen? Divine appointments, I believe.

Going to Burning Man is one way to reach the world with your message of peace and light…the nations come right to us. What a privilege! And I can’t wait to do it again.

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The Raw Truth About The Burning Man Experience

I’ve been writing every day a little about why our team goes to Burning Man, the exciting parts that drive me to go nearly every year since my first time in 2006. I come back each year with powerful stories of helping folks find their way, bringing healing to some part of their lives, encouraging folks along their journey. I love Love LOVE that part!

But there are costs to this kind of trip. Things that don’t get mentioned much.

Financially, the trip is very expensive. Plane fare, Burning Man tickets, team fees that cover shuttles, food and water for the week, all of the camp structures and necessities, including tent decor to make our camp nice and welcoming. Personal camping gear. Camp clothes and costumes. The expenses add up quickly.

We have to pack everything in that we need for a week, so it takes careful planning to make sure we have everything, because we can’t just zip down to Walmart to pick up what we forgot to bring.

Physically, our week out there is very difficult. We contend with the heat, the alkaline dust (that sucks the moisture right out of your skin), portapotties, loud music blaring 24/7, crowds and little privacy, sleeping in tents. Camp set up and tear down is exhausting, especially  in the scorching sun when the shade is gone. Lots of walking and biking to get around. We have no A/C to escape into. And, no showers for over a week. This last one especially puts this girly girl to the test!

Emotionally, we get to experience sights and events that many people will never see, and it can take its toll. The need is great out there—lots of people with lots of problems and you can only do so much. We pour into people day after day, and while we love what we do, often at the end of the day, we are absolutely spent.

We get giddy with excitement seeing the stunning art, our hearts break as we speak into people’s pain, we get angry at some of the crass injustice that we see. Any personal issues or triggers we haven’t dealt with will be poked at and probably surface in this difficult environment. So, preparation ahead of time before we get to the desert is crucial. I’ve seen a lot of meltdowns out there and it isn’t convenient or pleasant to deal with that stuff in the middle of everything else.

Also, we are camped out there in the middle of 70,000 people and we go to sleep at night in our sleeping bags with only a tent zipper between us and the party activity. Fortunately, our camp builds a structure around our personal tents huddled together for an extra measure of safety. And we use the buddy system…we don’t go anywhere by ourselves. Sleep can be difficult with nearby flashing lights, explosions, rave music, and partiers--even with the best earplugs.  

Often we experience mountain top emotions as we see lives transformed, addictions and body parts healed, hearts mended, broken situations turned around—there is nothing like the powerful encounters get to facilitate.

Spiritually, it is critical that we solidly understand who we are and what our mission is, so that we stay strong and don't get distracted. Burning Man has some amazing aspects, but the atmosphere in general is very dark and can pull on you. It's downright scary sometimes. We have to keep our spiritual armor on, always be on the alert.  At home, we get criticized by people who disapprove or judge us negatively and loudly for our choice of how we spend our 'vacation time' in the desert. We need prayer cover from our supporters back home!  We aim to be light wherever we are, so strength, maturity and wisdom is required to succeed.

I’ll be honest with you. Coming home is hard. While we are thrilled to get back to flushing toilets, showers, and our own beds, we always leave a huge part of our hearts out on the playa. We’ve been unplugged, living in a Star Wars bar scene for ten days, and we’ve experienced warfare and tears and powerful life-changing encounters with people in our camp. We've poured out everything in us. It is a struggle to come home and explain our week. Some of our stories about people we met are X-rated. It takes time to process them down.  It feels impossible to get ‘back to normal’ life as it was, because we have been stretched and changed and don’t WANT to go back to status quo.

So, please pray for us. We need YOU and your encouragement! Thanks for reading and for your support.

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Who's Got Your Back? Teamwork at Burning Man

How often do you get to work with folks that you know you instantly ‘belong’ with—a group that is so strikingly ‘comfortable’ you feel you can call them FAMILY?

Our team at Burning Man is just such a group of people for me. I’ve traveled there with three different groups over the years—Spirit Dream Camp from Streams (my training ground), Freedom Lounge, and now last year and this year with Encounters from Redding, CA. Our groups grow and multiply, so every year it is like a huge family reunion for me!

Each year, we spend over a week together, rubbing elbows in close quarters, sleeping in tents, cooking, eating, and serving together in a ‘testy’ environment of dust, heat, 24/7 blaring music. Meltdowns are few as everyone comes prepared to put their own needs on a back burner and to serve each other and the other burning man participants.

We are from all over the USA. Most of us don’t know each other as we plan our camp throughout the year.

With a team of ‘strangers’ coming together, you organize, communicate,, and trust for the best for that week of close togetherness. I mean, how many people are willing to schedule a trip or vacation with people we don’t even know?

Our team is always divinely orchestrated. From the very beginning of everyone’s arrival, we quickly get to know each other and cooperate together, each finding our own niche as team players with individual ‘specialties’.

Everyone pitches in. Camp set up and tear down is quite rigorous in the heat and dust. Meal preparation and cleanup, and everything in between—requires everyone's willing cooperation.

Everyone’s unique abilities quickly fire up. We have ‘barkers’ or greeters—folks that are welcoming and bring people to our tent for encounters. Some teammates specialize in give healing momma or daddy hugs that bring tears. Others have the ability to see into hearts, to speak truth to what hurts. Others sing, lead drum circles, cook for a crowd, clean up and organize, fix bikes—it is all needed to make everything come together. Our camp abounds with creativity, seer gifts, dance, song, art, music, and spiritual depth to boot.

We laugh a lot. A sense of humor makes everything go smoother. Some people really have the knack to help others lighten up. And sometimes things get so tense, a good belly laugh is the instant remedy.

Also, folks back home paved the way by continually supporting us with their sacrificial offering of funds, time, and many, many prayers. They are with us on the playa, too.

Folks that visit our camp routinely tell us that they ‘ love our energy’. They feel the unity and love among our team and they come stay, often bringing their whole group to join us for dinner, S’mores, or for encounters in our tent during the day. People safe and accepted in our midst.

A mature team that covers each other with honor and a watchfulness and an anticipation of each others’ needs--is a priceless, rare treat these days.

I always return home from our team experience at Burning Man feeling stretched and sharpened in my own abilities, lovingly in awe of the special folks I get to serve with, and so very grateful for the common bond of Spirit we share that brings peace and unity in such a tangible way.


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What is Burning Man?

Imagine 70,000 people trekking out to a desert wasteland to set up camp for a week and to participate in a temporary city life where there they assume different 'playa' names, live in tents or operate artsy theme camps. No running water, clothing is optional, and virtually any form of self-expression is encouraged.

Burning Man is a week-long annual event that began in San Francisco's Baker Beach in 1986. It takes its name from the ritual burning of a large wooden effigy, which is set alight on Saturday evening. The event is described as an experiment in community, art, radical self-expression, and radical self-reliance.

Burning Man is one of the largest arts festivals in the world. It is located in a dusty, dry lakebed a three-hour drive from Reno, Nevada, the last week of August every year through Labor day (website: burning it’s explicit, so surf carefully). People come from all over the world to become a ‘burner’, to experience ‘freedom’ for a week. Artists create massive colorful displays, costumes, theme camps, troll the desert city in art deco vehicles. The culmination is the last night when they burn the constructed 'man' and the other art.

Most burners seem hungry for beyond-the-ordinary experiences. They are longing for deep connection and spiritual fulfillment. For a week, a city is built, folks live in community, sharing food, relationship, art, and handmade gifts.

Each year, our team aims to bless the other burners. We hand out water to drink, offer food or shade in our large tent, and serve from a 'menu' of spiritual activities, such as dream interpretation, root recovery, spiritual ‘enemas', treasure readings, encouraging words, father or mother blessings, etc. This year we are adding a special event: Fire pit with bacon S’mores (with peanut butter cups--you gotta try it). We love burners because of their friendliness, openness, and desire for deeper things in life.

This is my seventh year to attend Burning Man. Our team loves facilitating encounters between burners and the Spirit of Truth. People can tangibly feel the love atmosphere in our camp because of our unity and friendship. We go out and meet our 'neighbors', helping them set up camp, offering tools, supplies, welcoming them to come enjoy food or a spiritual experience that often changes them dramatically. We've often hear from filled-up folks after their encounters, "This was the best experience I've ever had at Burning Man.” Or, “THIS is what I came here for!”

Burning Man is an extreme event. Burners pack everything in and out for their week stay. Wifi is rare and there is no cell service. The temperatures can reach 120 during the day, and the dust storms become fierce elements to contend with. Grace is needed for a week of porta-potties. Even more, the spiritual darkness can frighten or bewilder if one is not prepared and alert.

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Lost in the Desert

Her name is Jessica. She had heard our camp might help her so she waited in line to see us, and when I first saw her, I knew something was terribly wrong.

Dressed only in panties and a bikini top (common Burning Man attire), this beautiful young girl looked traumatized and shell-shocked. But to see that, you had to look beyond the bleeding scrapes on her face and swollen, bloody lips and black eyes. She was shaking and choking back sobs.

We had to pull information out of her…she didn’t know who to trust. She had come to the desert of Burning Man with some friends, not knowing what she was getting herself into. Many people come to this desert arts festival thinking it is a big happy party. While there is some of that, there is also great darkness and potential harm for unsuspecting innocent kiddos.

Anyway, she got drunk and got on a bike and decided to trick ride on a ramp. She rode over the end and crashed face first in the concrete-hard playa floor. She busted her lips and her face. Her friends left her passed out in the dark shadows of the late night, and then someone raped her.

She was unable to find her ‘friends' (no cell service or wifi out there), didn’t know where her camp was. She didn’t have any of her clothing or personal things, no food, no water, no place to stay. She was stranded and understandably desperate.

We fed her and got her some water, lotion, and lip balm, wiped her tears, and began to talk to her about getting some help. We would take her to a ranger station and report the rape and get her some medical attention. They we suggested she try to find a way to get back home to safety.

Getting into and out of Burning Man is no easy feat. You can’t call home. You can’t bum a ride safely. The nearest city is a couple hours’ drive away. 

“My mom will kill me if I go back home like this,” she said. It wasn't a figure of speech, she really meant it.  

We tried to assure her that mother would want her safe back home, that no mother would EVER want to kill their daughter that was in her condition. But she insisted her mother would only give her more trauma to deal with if she were to open up about what happened.

Mother wounds. Old pain that lay beneath the current, freshly inflicted damage.

The mother warriors in us fiercely rose up, and we began to tend to the emotional and spiritual devastation in this young girl’s life. We spoke Mother’s Blessings to her heart….told her how significant and valuable and beautiful she was. We spoke truth to her about who she is and is called to be--all the things her heart always longed to hear about herself but apparently did not receive from her own mother.

We gave her food and water and offered her a place to stay in our camp…and took her to get some medical help. She eventually decided going home and choosing to trust that her mother would be kind to her was the best option.

Thousands of young kids from all over the world don’t know what they are getting themselves into at big desert parties. We need more safe mommas and daddies to be available at the right time and place to help them out. It is a privilege for me to get to go camp in the middle of madness and be a refuge of light and safety for our kids.


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Don't Die Without a Few Scars

I cannot get his precious face—and his story--out of my mind. It was one of those priceless moments for me where I knew I was in just the right place at just the right time, many hundreds of miles away from my home, on Holy Ground, just to intersect with Justin.

It was a hot and dusty afternoon at Burning Man, a desert arts festival in Black Rock City, Nevada. I was sitting in my ‘reading room’, a small, tented area that was part of our Encounters Camp (more about that in another blog), and Justin and his girlfriend walked in, sat down, and asked for a dream interpretation, which was one of the offerings on that week’s menu (see photo).

As I listened to his very long dream, I couldn’t help but notice the scars. A tangled mess of them. All over his arms, chest, and torso. His body revealed a lot of pain that took the form of cutting himself.  Across his chest was a tattoo that read, “Don’t die without a few scars”—an obviously important mantra in his life, boldly displaying explanation to a startling sight.

HIs dream was a disturbing one, with complicated levels, lots of details to sort through. But basically, it depicted the same cycle repeated: a wound, a struggle, then destruction. It happened over and over again, and the dream ended with his violent death.

As he told his dream story, I saw his increasingly distraught heart that was ready to give up on life. He seriously was wondering if he was near the end, if the only way out of his intolerable, unending pain was to cease existing. And he thought that maybe his dream was confirming the inevitable.

But Truth met him in this desert.

I told him that his dream meant that he had experienced cycles of wounding and destruction and pain for years, probably for generations in his family, that had never been healed or resolved. This dream was not about his life ending, but the CYCLES OF WOUNDING AND DESTRUCTION.  THEY DIE  A VIOLENT DEATH AND END...TODAY. 

He broke.  The powerful punch of a truthful dream interpretation brought life-changing hope into his world suddenly and powerfully.

The mother warrior in me rose up into action. I began hearing in my spirit promises and encouragement from the Spirit of Truth, and I spoke them out. The waves of loving affirmations went deep. I watched transformation take place in his heart, and it registered on his face. Goodness became his reality that day.

He dared to believe it. He wept and let go of his old identity that was a trail of wreckage and a mass of scars, and he reached out that day to embrace a new reality and perspective of himself that would change the course of his life forever.

Such a bold young man. So brave. I pray he will take those old scars and live his destiny to the fullest, making up for lost time and paving the way for others to find freedom behind him. I will never forget him. His sweetness changed me forever.

This is why I do dream interpretation and go into places that most people consider weird or risky—it is more than a passing fancy or a hobby. I was born to do this!

I get to meet people like Justin, who highlight to me the highest importance of reaching out to affirm priceless SIGNIFICANCE in each other.

Dreams are given to change lives.  Justin's dream was just another example of so many that I witness--given to pull people out of their despair and point them into their Destiny!

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Dream Declarations

Our words have powerful influence when we speak them out loud for the whole universe to hear, but they radically transform us when we say things for our own ears and hearts to listen and believe. I talk to myself all the time. Do you?

What are you saying to yourself? Hopefully you are being kind to yourself, because everyone needs encouragement and building up instead of tearing down.

I’ve been working with a life coach for a season, and part of my daily assignment is to speak positive affirmations over myself—to reinforce good things until I really, really believe them.

Since I am a dream interpreter and talk to lots of dreamers, I am noticing many people seem stuck in their dream life with various issues—not remembering their dreams, dreams getting interrupted at night, troublesome nightmares, and insomnia.

I’ve experienced those seasons as well, so I’m sharing a portion of the things I regularly say to myself regarding sleep and dreams. Doing so turns things around. Perhaps you would like to try and see for yourself if you want to gain more dreamy momentum.  

Print these out,  put them by your bed and read them out loud before you go to sleep. Do it for 30 days and see if you notice a huge difference in your dream life:


I believe that my dreams can unlock my personal potential and true identity.

I value dreams and honor their purpose in my life.

My dreams give me direction for my day and for my destiny.

Receiving dreams and understanding their meaning is my ‘normal’.

I go to sleep in peace and prepare the way for nighttime revelation to be released into my mind, body, and spirit.

I sleep and rest deeply, without interruption or anxiety, so every cell in my body and mind gets fully rejuvenated.

My sleep is undisturbed by the stresses of life. I lay it all down and experience the gift of REST.

I dedicate my sleep time for Divine encounters only. No negativity allowed.

My bedroom is an open portal for the Supreme Dream-giver  and the Spirit of Truth to speak to me during the night.

I lie down safe and protected at night to sleep and dream.

I receive an abundance of dreams to give me plenty of revelation for my life.

I remember my dreams upon awakening and journal them so they are recorded for future reference.

My dreams are not snatched away upon awakening…every important detail is imprinted in my memory.

I am changed as I dream.

I receive much-needed encouragement given to me in my dreams.

My spirit is energized during my dreamtime.

I choose to embrace a symbolic way of looking at life and my dreams.

As a result, I see my circumstances and the world from higher perspectives.

I am strengthened in every way as I dream.

I understand myself in deep ways as I pay attention to my dreams.

As issues are revealed in my life, I take swift action to deal with them so I can stay on the best course of direction.

I easily grasp the meanings of my dreams.

I quickly apply my dream messages to situations in my life and notice increasing favor, acceleration, and promotion.

I eagerly anticipate my daily ‘marching orders’ from my dreams so I can live my day intentionally with open eyes and heart.

I am a prolific dreamer and a dream interpreter deluxe.

I am adept and wise in helping other dreamers determine the meaning of their dreams.

Dream interpretation is an invaluable tool that I can use to bless people in my life.

My spiritual eyes and ears, as well as all my other senses, are fully awakened as I dream to experience supernatural downloads.

My dreams define who I am and how I operate in the world.

I regularly experience my Creator’s gentle, transforming touch as I sleep and dream, and live a supernaturally empowered life as a result.

My hopes and promises are revealed in my dreams, and I am listening!

Sweet dreams, y'all!


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