So I’ve been obsessed with dreams lately, right? Kept waking up with these wild stories in my head that felt mega important. Saw someone mention “Lucid Dreams Tarot” while scrolling through late-night dream forums last Tuesday. Thought – heck why not? Grabbed my dusty Rider-Waite deck that usually just chills on my bookshelf.
Setting The Scene
First thing Saturday morning – made some strong coffee, opened all my windows for daylight. Didn’t even shower yet, still in pajamas. Cleared the kitchen table completely, wiped crumbs off with my sleeve. Felt kinda silly shuffling cards at 7AM with birds chirping outside.
The Actual Process
Closed my eyes real tight, remembered this super vivid dream about chasing a blue fox through an airport. Shuffled the deck like five times till cards flew everywhere – clumsy hands. Pulled three cards face down: Seven of Cups, The High Priestess, and Knight of Swords. Flipped ’em slow like peeling bandaids.
Stared at ’em blinking for ten whole minutes:
- The Seven showed all these floating cups – straight up matched my airport shops full of choices
- Priestess moon looked exactly like the weird moon in my dream
- Knight’s sword was angled just like the escalator I sprinted up
Connecting The Dots
Cross-referenced the dream diary app where I’d scribbled “FELT URGENT BUT LOST” at 3AM. Realized the Knight meant my panicky running was pointless stress about work deadlines. Priestess moon? Totally my subconscious yelling “HEY DUDE – LISTEN TO YOUR GUT FEELINGS MORE”. Felt like my own brain high-fived me through cardboard.
Aftermath & Brain Tingles
Crazy part? Next day I actually made concrete decisions about that work project I’d been avoiding. Boss even said I seemed “less fidgety” in the Zoom meeting. Still blows my mind how dead simple it was – just matching dream pictures to tarot pictures. Won’t pretend I’m psychic now, but damn if this doesn’t beat Googling dream dictionaries!
