Sometimes dreams don’t fade because they’re not meant to.
They stay with us because they’re carrying a message that hasn’t finished speaking.
A few nights ago, I dreamt about a friend of mine named Alicia who has passed away. What stood out wasn’t just seeing her—but experiencing what she felt.
I could see through her eyes.
She was struggling to breathe. Panting. Grabbing at her chest. Panic mixed with exhaustion, like her body was asking for help but her spirit was unsure whether to allow it.
Then suddenly, I was no longer inside her perspective—I was in her bedroom.
The room was bright. White furniture. Yellow linens. Peaceful, almost glowing.
And without hesitation, I began CPR and called 911 at the same time.
She told me not to call the ambulance.
I called anyway.
Help arrived.
And she survived.
When a Dream Refuses to Be Forgotten
It’s been three days since this dream—and I still remember every detail.
That’s how I know this wasn’t random.
Dreams we forget often belong to the mind.
Dreams that stay belong to the soul.
This one carried weight. Not fear—but purpose.
The Spiritual Language of Breath
In dream symbolism, breath represents life force. When breathing is restricted, it often points to:
- suppressed emotions
- unspoken truth
- survival without support
- or grief that never fully exhaled
Seeing through her eyes told me this wasn’t just about witnessing—it was about understanding. Feeling what someone else carried quietly.
And then I stepped into the role of responder.
Not observer.
Not bystander.
Responder.
The Room Wasn’t About Death — It Was About Choice
The bedroom matters.
- White often symbolizes transition, clarity, or the spiritual realm
- Yellow is tied to the solar plexus—the seat of willpower, fear, courage, and decision
This wasn’t a dark or chaotic space.
It was calm. Clear. Still.
Which tells me this wasn’t about reliving her passing.
It was about rewriting a pattern.
When Someone Tells You “Don’t Call for Help”
This part hit me the hardest.
She told me not to call the ambulance.
That line alone carries generations of meaning—especially for women who were taught to:
- endure quietly
- handle everything themselves
- avoid being a burden
- resist intervention
But in the dream, I didn’t listen.
I chose life over silence.
Help over pride.
Support over spiritual bypassing.
And help worked.
This Dream Wasn’t About Saving Her
It was about permission.
Permission to interrupt suffering.
Permission to override old survival programming.
Permission to ask for help—even when a part of us says we shouldn’t.
Dreams like this don’t come to scare us.
They come to re-pattern us.
Heart, Chest, and Unspoken Weight
Chest pain in dreams often points to grief, love, or responsibility that’s been stored instead of released.
But notice this:
She lived in the dream.
That matters.
Because the message wasn’t about loss—it was about breath returning.
Reflection Questions (Journal If You Can)
If this dream stirred something in you, sit with these gently:
- Where am I still holding my breath emotionally?
- Who taught me not to call for help?
- What support am I resisting because I learned to “be strong”?
- Where do I need to choose intervention over endurance?
No rushing. Let the answers come when they’re ready.
A Simple Grounding Practice
Place one hand on your chest.
Take three slow breaths.
And affirm:
I choose life with support. I no longer survive in silence.
That’s enough.
Final Thoughts
Some dreams are messages.
Some are mirrors.
Some are assignments.
This one reminded me that choosing help is not weakness—it’s wisdom.
And sometimes, saving someone in a dream is really about remembering that you are allowed to be saved too.
✨ Third Eye Thursday Note
If you’re tracking your dream journey, consider revisiting where you were six months ago emotionally or spiritually. Patterns reveal themselves when we look back with compassion.
🔗 Six Months Ago: The Sky Was Already Preparing Me
Six months ago, I was already being asked to slow down, listen differently, and trust what couldn’t yet be explained.
In July 2025, I wrote about the tension between movement and pause—how the sky itself was signaling that not everything needed to be rushed or forced.
In 🌌 A Celestial Waltz: Moon, Saturn & Neptune Align Right Before Mercury Retrograde
I reflected on how discipline (Saturn), intuition (Neptune), and emotional awareness (the Moon) were asking us to move with intention instead of panic—especially before entering a season of reflection and recalibration.
👉🏽 Read it here:
https://somethingnubian.com/2025/07/15/%f0%9f%8c%8c-a-celestial-waltz-moon-saturn-neptune-align-right-before-mercury-retrograde/
And just days earlier, during the Full Buck Moon, I wrote:
🌕 I’m Not Behind, I’m Becoming: Full Buck Moon Reflections from the Pause
—a reminder that growth doesn’t always look loud, fast, or visible. Sometimes becoming happens in stillness, in breath, in the moments we don’t post about.
👉🏽 Read it here:
https://somethingnubian.com/2025/07/10/im-not-behind-im-becoming-full-buck-moon-reflections-from-the-pause/
Looking back now, this dream feels like a continuation of that same message.
What I was learning then about pausing…
has now evolved into learning when to intervene.
✨ Sometimes the dream doesn’t introduce a new lesson.
It confirms that you listened the first time—and are now ready to act.
With grace, grounded power, and moonlit truth,
La Trecia Doyle-Thaxton Positive Inner-G Coach | Reiki Master Teacher Curator of Healing Dreams & Moon Magic
Something Nubian 
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