Welcome to Desdemona’s Dream Lair
Growing up, my family had what we called “the dream dictionary.” The pages were tattered, yellowed, and frayed at the edges. Its paperback cover, torn years before I was born, was eventually discarded. The dream dictionary of my childhood was a coverless, author-less, mysterious source to interpret the curious carousel of vivid imagery and visceral feelings of my youth, revealing the symbols, archetypes, and themes that made up the archaic language of my subconscious.
We’ve all had dreams that stick to our insides like a nourishing stew, becoming a part of our story. Maybe a dream has helped you course correct and make a big decision, or inspired you to write a song or start a cult, or called attention to an area of your life that was desperately pleading for change. Sometimes dreams are nonsensical, difficult for our rational mind to decipher. But just like Carl Jung, I believe that what you dream isn’t purely a coincidence. What may seem like a random assortment of people and places, and things is alchemy. It’s the purest expression of your unique human experience.
Dear reader, I will level with you. Despite what it sounds like, I fucking hate new age woo-woo. At best, it’s elitist and misguided. At worst, it lacks a sense of humor. While Desdemona’s Dream Lair is a celebration of the metaphysical, I’m a gal with no psychology background or true credentials, just a curious observer of the world, its people, and all its moving parts.
My guiding principle is balance; I believe two things in equal measure: 1. There is a larger force that guides us all through our subconscious, if we listen closely, and 2. Nothing matters, and we’re all going to die. Read on for what I like to call corn-fed woo-woo.
So here we are, in Desdemona’s Dream Lair. Welcome! Have fun! Play! And feel the frequency attune you! This is a womb-space activation! What does that even mean! Haha!