Mindful Monday: When Dreams Become Messages

Do you ever have one of those dreams where you feel completely stuck and there’s no way out— the kind where you can’t find your way home, or you’re walking down a hallway that keeps extending, or you’re in an airport, but the flights keep changing, or the exam just goes on forever?

And somehow, in the middle of all that strangeness, it feels so real.

I had one of those dreams last week, and it stayed with me in a way dreams usually don’t. It felt vivid, alive — like a message being whispered from somewhere deeper.

In the dream, I was getting ready to leave for my spiritual school. It was my turn to present to my class, and I was running late. I couldn’t find my shoes. I kept circling the house, growing more frantic, knowing time was slipping away. Eventually, I left without shoes — and then realized I had forgotten the piece of paper with the address where I was supposed to go. I had my purse, but forgot my phone, so I couldn't call anyone. I felt panic. Nothing was working out.

Then suddenly I was in a small boat with a man who offered me a ride. He was taking me to an island, but when I looked over at him, he was fast asleep. I had to wake him up so we wouldn’t drift away. When we finally reached shore, I stepped onto land, unsure where I was or what I was doing. The whole scene felt strange and disorienting.

And then — out of nowhere — someone from my spiritual group appeared around the corner with a huge smile on his face. He was so happy to see me. He was radiating golden light, and I could feel his love. Then I looked to the left, and the back door of a van swung open — and there were all my peers, sitting together, beaming at me, welcoming me with the warmest energy. I saw the same golden light, and their faces were full of joy and love. 

Then I woke up.

And I had a smile on my face. There was an aliveness in my heart and a comfort throughout my body. 

And with one clear thought:

Just trust. All is well.

As I lay there, the message landed in my heart like a warm glow.

I don’t usually remember my dreams in such detail, but something about this one felt important — as if I had been given guidance in my sleep, and I listened.

During my meditation the next morning, the dream washed over me again. My mind and body felt spacious. There was a quiet aliveness in my chest, and words began forming as if they were already written somewhere inside me.

For the past month — maybe longer — I’ve been receiving the same message over and over, through conversations, books, synchronicities, and moments of stillness:

Trust.
All is well.
You are being guided.

When I reflect on the dream now, it feels like an invitation to soften.

So often on the spiritual path, we think we need to have everything figured out — the address, the shoes, the timing, the plan. And when we don’t, we panic. We assume we’re lost. We assume we’re failing.

But in the dream, even in the confusion, I was still carried. I still arrived. And when I did, I was met with joy, support, and the reminder that I was never alone.

I’m aware how much it helps to quiet myself before bed — with a meditation, focusing on my breath, a gentle reflection on the day, sometimes a bit of journaling. These small rituals feel like a soft doorway into sleep, opening space for deeper guidance to come through.

I don’t totally know why I felt called to share this dream with you, but I do. Part of me said not to — but another part said share it.

Maybe because so many of us are walking through this same theme right now: uncertainty, transition, waiting for clarity.

Maybe because we all need reminders that even when life feels chaotic or directionless, something wiser is holding us.

Maybe because the message isn’t just mine.

Just trust.
All is well.
You are being guided, too.

If this resonates with you today, I’m grateful.

If it lands somewhere quietly inside you, even better.

And if it invites you to soften into your own journey… then perhaps this dream wasn’t just for me after all.

Pleasant dreams,

Diane