Dream Notes

from Meg Bartlett
May 4, 2026

As a life-long Star Wars nerd I'm obliged to greet you in the customary form today... MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU!

In this week's Dream Notes:

• How to score a free dream interpretation from me!
• A prophetic, damaging wind storm dream that came to fruition a day later.
• A full dream interpretation breakdown.
• And how I used the wisdom from that dream in my waking life.

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A Real, Recent Prophetic Dream

Prophetic dreams are potentialities only... until they come true.

I get asked pretty often, "What's the purpose of prophetic dreams?" And while there's no authoritative answer, I personally believe they help prepare us move through life's most difficult or challenging moments with a little more ease.

So, when I received an intense dream early Thursday morning that rated 9/10 on my gravity scale, I identified it as a potential prophetic dream. I thought about it a bit more that day, saw what was potentially coming, noted it for later, and then carried on with my life.

Little did I know it would come to fruition just a day later.

The Dream

I was lying in the recliner with my son when a strong breeze started roughly blowing through the cracked-open windows. It was sunny outside with nary a cloud in the sky and I had the sense of knowing that there were no thunderstorms or anything of the like forecasted.

The wind got stronger and louder, billowing through our home until it reached a point where I started to worry. Gusts of air began battering our house and as I looked out the window, I watched several pine trees in our neighbor's front yard snap at the trunk and shatter in explosive bursts.

It was a dangerous wind storm!

Fear gripped my heart. I scooped my son up and ran to wake my husband.

"Brandon!" I shouted. "Wake up! It's a wind storm! WAKE. UP!"

He hurtled out of our bedroom before running into my son's room, shouting that he had to get the baby.

"I already have the baby!" I yelled back.

But Brandon emerged from Lyron's room holding an identical baby. We paused for a second, shocked and staring at the duplicate babies in each other's arms.

I snapped out of it and turned towards the basement. "Just bring both of them! We'll figure out the reality split later!"

All of us huddled in the basement as we prayed for our birch tree to stand through the storm and spare our house. The strangest part was that both babies were completely calm. They just sat in our arms, looking at us as if waiting for a decision to be made.

Then the rectangular basement window blew off and the wind whipped all through our house. I thought to myself that the window could easily be replaced but WE couldn't. I hugged my baby close and huddled in the most sheltered corner with my husband and his version of our baby until the storm passed.

I woke before the dream concluded.

The Interpretation

We'll break this down with my personal interpretation format.

Imagery List + Definitions

1. Wind: As in astrology, air is ruler of thoughts. Wind, specifically in dreams, symbolizes movement within the mind or consciousness.
2. Storm: A difficult or tumultuous experience. Storms can be helpful (bringing rains and feeding the Earth), harmful (destroying anything standing in their path), or both (destroying one thing to grow another).
3. Windows: Our perception, the lens we see through.
4. Trees: An individual's structure of life. Often seen as the symbolism of the "world tree," connecting the Earth experience to the heavens and the underworld but personalized to the individual. Represents the fullness of one's way of living.
5. Family Members: The people in our dreams can mean many things, but in this context I believe my husband represented a loving part of myself (more on that below). The two babies in my dream represented two possibilities for our future as a family.
6. Basement: Often the unconscious part of self but in this dream specifically, I believe it symbolizes an internal place of refuge.

The Weave

After waking from this dream I immediately had the sense of knowing that it could be prophetic. A difficult experience might soon blow into my life, upending the thoughts and beliefs I hold, and perhaps changing the very course of my future.

But there was a way through it. To weather this storm, I needed to hunker down, take shelter within myself, and wait for it to blow over.

Whatever this difficulty was going to be, it would affect the very heart of my mind (represented by the dream taking place inside my home). It would seep in through cracks in my perception of the world (the windows). And all around me I would see other people's lives exploding (the trees), and praying that mine would stand through the storm.

If I took the advice and sought shelter from the storm, I would be presented with two possibilities:

1. Brandon and his version of our baby represented one path. To me, my husband represents unconditional love and understanding. He is the most empathetic man I have ever met.
2. Me and my version of our baby represented another path. This would be to continue on as I have been, holding the same beliefs and ideas about life and how to live it.

I didn't see anything wrong with the way I was living life just a few days ago, nor with my ideas and beliefs so I didn't quite understand the option my husband represented in the dream until after the storm actually hit. But I did know that the two babies represented a divergence in how my son would be raised based on how I would decide to weather and emerge from the storm.

That day, Thursday, I had absolutely no idea what the pending difficult time could be. So I filed the dream away in my notes for later.

By Friday afternoon, I understood exactly what it was referring to...

The Dream's Wisdom

I learned on Friday that my son would likely not be starting daycare as planned on Monday morning.

Buried in the mountain of paperwork we hadn't received until 4 days prior, was a detailed form to be filled out by our pediatrician and it was not yet completed.

I was devasted.

This was so much bigger than just a different start date to me.

Not only am I a neurodivergent who struggles with things that change at the last second, but six weeks ago I was diagnosed with postpartum OCD. The mental battle has been incredibly difficult and severely affected my psychological and emotional health in ways I may never describe publicly.

I had been looking forward to a day to myself to sleep in, read a book, or just go for a walk without a stroller. A day for my brain to truly recover.

My mantra had become, "Just wait until May. Everything will be ok in May."

Then the news hit.

A darkness surrounded me as I plummeted into the depths of an old, familiar cavern filled with hopelessness.

My mind broke and a million old patterns resurfaced as if I had never left them behind at all.

I seethed with a rage I didn't know I was capable of feeling, I raced to blame everyone and everything even remotely involved, and I donned the comfortable cloak of victimhood.

All around me, I know others who are struggling right now. Family drama, money scarcity, relationships collapsing... everyone seems to be going through something (all of the trees in my neighbors' yards breaking in the dream).

"This is the end," I thought. "I'm just another victim of whatever the fuck is going around."

My mind became an ugly battlefield. I sunk into a depression I hadn't experienced in almost a decade. The darkness crept in around me, fueled by the tinder that is postpartum OCD.

I was drowning.

But then I remembered my dream and knew that the storm would pass. The horrible intrusive thoughts trying to climb over my castle walls began to slip. And I realized there were no walls. I had spent the last decade tearing them down because I didn't even need them.

I asked myself, "What would happen if I just set aside some time to feel this and then let it all go? I don't have to hold onto it, do I?"

Part of me screamed inside that it wasn't fair! No one would be held accountable for my suffering, not even myself. But that was the key... was I really suffering?

I allowed myself to hope again and thought, most likely he'll just start later in the week. I can last a few more days.

"NO! Wait!" my brain shouted. "What if they give his spot away to someone else? What if you can't find care for months?!"

That would really, really suck. BUT that was highly unlikely and I would survive either way. Stewing in this misery wouldn't make it any easier. I'd move onto the next thing and keep putting one foot in front of the other, like I always have.

I took a deep breath and let myself feel all of the things inside of me.

The last of the old windows blew out in the weight of the wind storm and I returned to the dream's wisdom.

All I needed to do was batten down the hatches and weather the storm.

I remembered my interpretation. This storm was in my mind. I didn't have anywhere to be because I run my own business. It would be ok if daycare needed to be put on hold for a day, a week, or even longer. And I was presented with two opportunities: to remain as I was and let the thoughts affect me and cause me suffering, or to open myself up, let it go, and allow myself to move on.

Like every moment before, this, too, would pass.

That afternoon, a good friend offered to meet me at the park with her kids. I could have said no and continued to stew or I could get moving and walk under the sun in a refreshing breeze.

The wisdom already resided within myself.

I chose the latter and got moving.

Suffering, in this case, was nothing more than a thought. Yes, I am tired. Yes, I am stressed. Yes, the intrusive thoughts are completely overwhelming sometimes.

But deep down I'm ok and I will continue to be ok.

I will find a way.

These are nothing more than thoughts and thoughts do not make a person. It's what they do with their thoughts that counts.

I began sweeping them out and cleaning up.

Blaming anyone, including myself, wouldn't help. I redirected my anger towards the postpartum OCD and the intrusive thoughts, burning them up before they could affect me more deeply. And I looked at all of the internal windows, those old ways of seeing the world, and I let the wind storm blow them out so that I could replace them with a new perspective.

Then I waited.

Saturday night, I felt the darkness lift just as I knew it would when the storm passed.

I had a long, deep talk with my husband. I let myself open up more than I ever had before and I heard my husband clearly for perhaps the first time.

I hadn't know we had more to talk about.

In my mind, I had been living life from what I thought was a higher perspective. And it was! But then I climbed into the new growth on the branches of our tree that remained strong and rooted through the storm.

We shared our regrets for the situation and moved on. We planned what we would do on Monday and the order we would do it in. We walked through the potential scenarios and made plans of action and then we got some sleep.

And guess what?

This morning (because it's Monday now), our son still got to go to daycare. We're working on the medical paperwork but it's ok.

And it will continue to be ok.

But it was easier with the wisdom from my dream.

Meg 🐝

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Turquoise's Dream

"In the next scene I am running home. I am in a green grassy area on top of a hill. It's a nice summer run. The sun hasn't set yet, but it's the end of the day. I feel good. I am listening to a song called The Answer To Our Life, specifically [the lyrics], 'I need a reason I need a sign There's no turning back I'm here by your side Is it today or maybe tonight We'll find the answer to our life?'

The song finishes. I am still running and am consciously deciding what song I should listen to next. I choose the song When You Put Your Hands On Me. This song includes the lyrics, 'I just know when you put your hands on me I feel sexy and my body turns to gold I just know when you put your hands on me I feel ready and I lose my self control.'

I run down the hill onto the sidewalk. I make eye contact with a tall man with blonde hair standing on the sidewalk. He has a scowl and it's uncomfortable. I don't know what he wants with me, but I don't want him to catch me. I look behind me to see if he is following me and I see that he is also looking behind himself. I can tell that he was running behind me, but stopped when I turned back so he could also turn back. I easily increase my speed and am determined that he will not catch me as I continue running home..."

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What I enjoyed doing last week: Spending quality time with several of my friends that I haven't seen in a while. ❤️

What I enjoyed reading last week: As a huge fan of Stephen Colbert (we share a deep love for the Lord of the Rings), I am greatly saddened by the ending of The Late Show. This article was worth the read this week.

What I enjoyed watching last week: This video by JKUltra. I was cheering "YES!" at a lot of her points.

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What I enjoyed listening to last week: This song about Banana Bread. It's absolutely worth the listen, even though it's for kids. I'm absolutely guilty... 😂

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