Sometimes the dream doesn’t drop you at the destination.
It sits you in the waiting room and asks what you’re doing with your discernment while you’re there.
The In-Between Space
In this dream, I wasn’t home and I wasn’t gone. I was inside a center—maybe a detention space, maybe a bus or airport terminal. That uncertainty matters. Spirit wasn’t naming the place because the message wasn’t about where I was, but what season I was in.
This was a liminal space.
A pause.
A holding pattern.
Life does this often, especially when you’re carrying a family, a vision, and a calling at the same time. When movement feels delayed, the lesson usually isn’t about speed—it’s about awareness.
Two TVs, Two Narratives
There were two televisions playing in the room.
One had people gathered, talking, engaging.
The other—the one closest to me—kept losing the remote.
And then my glasses went missing.
When they were finally found, someone had sat in my chair and broken them.
Let’s be clear:
- The remote represents control and choice.
- The glasses represent clarity, perception, and vision.
This dream was honest. It showed me what happens when we don’t protect our tools of discernment in shared spaces. Not because people are evil—but because carelessness thrives where boundaries are loose.
And yes, I could still kind of see.
But “kind of” is not the same as clearly.
When Inner Wisdom Shows Up Late
In waking life, my husband is always reminding me to treat my glasses better.
In the dream, he appeared after they were damaged.
That timing matters.
This wasn’t about blame. This was about inner masculine wisdom—the part of us that plans, protects, and anticipates. The dream gently said:
You already knew what needed tending.
Sometimes wisdom doesn’t shout.
It waits to see if you’ll listen.
Culture, Credit, and Consciousness
On the other TV, a show was breaking down music genres. I found myself walking back and forth—half listening, half distracted—until they reached screwed and chopped.
That’s when my body moved before my mind.
I sat next to my daughter immediately.
They mentioned Erykah Badu, and I asked out loud why they always choose her and not Beyoncé, especially since Houston is her home too.
That question wasn’t shade.
It was discernment.
This part of the dream spoke to how melanin culture is narrated:
- Who gets framed as “authentic”
- Who gets framed as “commercial”
- Who is allowed to be spiritual and powerful
And notice—I asked my daughter.
That’s generational teaching in real time.
The Spiritual Thread
This dream carried strong Third Eye + Solar Plexus energy.
- Third Eye: Protect your perception. Not everything deserves access to your vision.
- Solar Plexus: Sit in your seat. Stop yielding your space and then wondering why clarity feels compromised.
The waiting room wasn’t a punishment.
It was a reminder.
Journal Prompts for Integration
Use these to ground the message:
- Where in my life am I “waiting” instead of intentionally choosing?
- What tools help me see clearly—and how am I protecting them?
- Who has access to my seat, my space, or my story right now?
- What narratives do I move closer to instinctively, and why?
Closing Reflection
This dream wasn’t about television.
It was about authority over vision.
It asked:
Who controls the remote when you’re tired?
Who handles your clarity when you’re distracted?
And are you willing to sit fully in your seat instead of hovering between spaces?
Clarity is sacred.
Treat it that way.
With grace, grounded power, and moonlit truth,
La Trecia Doyle-Thaxton Positive Inner-G Coach | Reiki Master Teacher Curator of Healing Dreams & Moon Magic
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