Something Nubian

This story gave me chills. 🧿🌊

Not because I think every dream in a coma is some literal trip to another dimension. Humans have been arguing about consciousness for thousands of years and still can’t agree on where their car keys are half the time. But there is something profoundly symbolic about what he described.

In his dream:

• He was at the beach
• He was alive enough to want something.
• He could see the destination.
• He could hear the music, laughter, and life.
• He kept moving toward it.
• Yet he couldn’t reach it.

Then he wakes up and discovers his physical body is fighting for survival.

From a dream educator’s perspective, that sounds less like a random dream and more like a liminal experience. A threshold. A place between what was and what would be.

The beach itself is fascinating.

🌊 Water often represents emotion, the unconscious, memory, and life transitions.

🏖️ The shoreline is where two worlds meet:

• land (physical reality)
• water (the unseen, emotional, spiritual realm)

Then there is the club.

A club is a gathering place. Community. Celebration. Life happening.

Everyone else was dancing, laughing, drinking.

He could witness it.

He could hear it.

But he couldn’t arrive.

Considering he was in a coma, one interpretation is that his mind was expressing exactly what his body was experiencing:

“Life is still there. I can see it. I want it. But I cannot quite get back to it yet.”

And yet he kept walking.

Then running.

That part matters.

He wasn’t sitting on the beach.

He wasn’t giving up.

Even in the dream he was moving toward life.

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The detail that hits me hardest is knowing what happened afterward.

• Told he might never walk again.
• Had to relearn how to walk.
• Multiple surgeries.
• Hardware through his knee.
• Told he might never have children.

And yet…

He walked.

He built a life.

He became a father.

Some testimonies don’t happen in a church, a courtroom, or on a stage.

Sometimes they’re sitting on a couch watching TV years later while a random episode of a television show unlocks a memory that reveals just how far someone traveled.

The irony is almost poetic.

In the dream he couldn’t reach the party.

In real life he eventually made it back to the celebration. 🎉

Just on a different timetable than he expected.

Third Eye Thursday Reflection 🌌

Sometimes dreams don’t predict the future.

Sometimes they preserve a moment the soul doesn’t want forgotten.

Your husband’s dream sounds like a record of perseverance:

“Keep moving even when the destination doesn’t seem to get any closer.”

A decade later, he is living proof that distance isn’t defeat.

The dream ended before he arrived.

Life finished the story.

🪶 Dream Journal Prompt

What destination in your life once seemed impossible to reach, but you eventually arrived there anyway?

Healing Tool of the Week 🦋

Crystal: Amethyst 💜
Supports reflection, intuition, and remembering meaningful dreams.

Herb: Mugwort 🌿
Traditionally associated with dream work and dream recall.

Journal Companion: Third Eye Open: The Dream Journal
A soul-centered space for recording the dreams that stay with us long after we wake up. Some dreams fade. Others become landmarks.

And since Neptune seems determined to keep showing up in my world lately, this would made a beautiful Something Nubian blog:

“The Party I Couldn’t Reach: What My Husband’s Coma Dream Taught Me About Survival.”

Powerful. Personal. And far more memorable than another listicle about dream symbols written by somebody who thinks every fish means money. 🐟💸

~ Reiki RaEss the Dream Educator