I started getting into dream tarot because my dreams were getting super weird lately. Couldn’t shake this one where I kept losing my grandma’s favorite teacup in a storm drain. Felt like it meant something but didn’t know jack.
My First Stab At Dream Tarot
Grabbed my dusty Rider-Waite deck after breakfast. Didn’t even cleanse it properly – just blew on the cards like birthday candles. Shuffled while thinking hard about that teacup dream. My hands shook a little when dealing three cards face down:
- The Moon
- Seven of Cups reversed
- Page of Pentacles
Laid ’em crooked on my coffee table like a kid playing solitaire. Almost knocked over my cold coffee reaching for the Moon card.
What The Cards Showed Me
Fliped the Moon first and gasped. That creepy crawfish climbing from dark water? Spot on for how my dream felt. Then the upside-down Seven of Cups screamed “You’re ignoring reality!” Got me thinking about how I’d been avoiding family drama.
But the Page of Pentacles hit different. This farm kid holding coins? Made zero sense ’til I remembered Grandma teaching me to save pennies in that exact teacup when I was six. BAM. That dream wasn’t about the cup – it was guilt for ignoring her calls all month.
Why This Works For Uncovering Secrets
Three big things clicked for me:
- Your brain hides stuff in plain sight – My guilt was buried under “busy schedule” excuses
- Dream symbols = cheap disguises – All along, teacup was code for grandma connection
- Cards mirror your gut feelings – That Page card gut-punched me harder than espresso
Next morning called Grandma. She cried saying she’d been scared I’d forgotten her. Nearly dropped the phone hearing that. Dream tarot didn’t just expose secrets – it saved a relationship I was tanking.
