08/28/2026
I had a dream last night that I want to share. I was sitting within a council of dragons as the announcement was made that it was time for the water dragons to rise, greatly assisted by the air dragons. The time of the fire dragons was coming to an end.
After the announcement, I flew deep into the Earth to find the main fire dragon. Other dragons were trying to rouse him, trying to coax more fire from him, but he was tired and had very little left. He could still breathe fire, but there was more smoke than flame, and I knew he was done. Fire had done its job.
I knew I was a water dragon, white and pearlescent with hints of blue and green within my scales, and what I remember most was the feeling within me: I wanted to create, nourish, and carry life, rather than destroy it.
Then the dream shifted. I was human again, teaching a class on a ship as we moved across the water, sharing what I had just been shown and what I understood about the changing of the elements. Could the message have been about impending earth changes? Yes. But I think it’s much, much deeper.
Fire transmutes and purifies, but it is also the explosion, the anger, the force that burns through and sometimes burns everything down in the process. I shared that we were moving into a time when our emotions no longer needed to explode in order to create change; we don’t need to keep burning things down.
Water asks us to move differently. It takes us beneath the surface and into the deeper places within ourselves, into our grief and sorrow, our emotions, the unconscious, and the deep feminine waters held within the sacral. Water doesn’t stop at the places we have made easily accessible; it seeps into the cracks and moves into the deepest, darkest crevices, finding what has been buried, walled off, hardened, or hidden for a very long time.
There was also a sense of baptism within this, of water as a cleansing force moving through what remained after the fire had done its work. Fire can burn away what cannot continue, but there are always remnants after a fire. Water comes through afterward, moving into the places the flames could not reach, cleansing the ash and soot and preparing the ground for life to grow again.
As I was teaching, I shared something Merlin had once told me, that water is the strongest of the elements because of its ability to change form. It can be liquid, solid, v***r, even plasma. It can flow around an obstacle, seep beneath it, wear through it, freeze within the smallest cracks and expand, or rise into the atmosphere to return again. Water does not need to explode in order to be powerful; it can reshape entire landscapes.
But the water dragons were not rising alone. From the original announcement within the council, I knew they would be greatly assisted by the air dragons, and as I taught, I understood air as breath, movement, heart and our connection to Spirit.
I remember talking about the surface of the water and saying, look at what happens when the wind begins to whip across it. The water moves and waves form, but the surface breaks into foam and bubbles as air and water begin moving together.
There was something important in that dance of the two elements. Water can take us into the deepest places within ourselves, while air brings breath and Spirit into those depths. Even the bubbles created beneath the surface rise. What has been held in the depths begins moving upward.
We are being asked to go into deeper waters, but we aren’t being asked to go there without air.
There is a huge difference between being consumed by an emotion and allowing ourselves to fully feel it while remaining connected to Spirit. We can enter the grief without becoming the grief. We can feel the painful emotions without needing it to become an inferno. We can allow sorrow to move through places we have protected for years without drowning in it.
The water can go where the fire could not, and the air can move with it.
Instead of exploding from our emotions, burning ourselves or everything around us in the process, we can learn to enter them deeply enough to understand what they contain and allow them to move.
Eventually, our time in the room came to an end. As I walked out, I became aware of how overwhelmingly tired and hungry I was. The ship was coming into port, and there was an enormous buffet filled with food, but I was so exhausted that even the thought of getting a plate and deciding what to eat felt like too much. I walked past the entire buffet, found a place to sit on the floor and began rummaging through my bag, hoping I might have a protein bar tucked inside.
There was a little boy sitting near me who began talking to me, and then my beloved dog, Dixie, who passed in 2020, appeared. She came over to us and let him pet her.
Dixie has been appearing in my most important dreams lately. She used to jump on me to wake me so that I would remember the important ones. Her methodology has changed, but she still watching out and alerting me.
As the little boy talked, he offered me some of his food and I accepted. It was such a simple moment, especially after everything that had come before it, but I remember the feeling of it. I was completely depleted, too tired even to walk through a buffet and choose what I needed, and yet I was still being nourished. I was still being cared for.
At the very end of the dream, I called Dan, told him the ship had arrived and I would be home soon.
