We agreed to hand it over — not out of fear, but because something in me knew its weight was hollow. When the thieves pulled the safe down, it cracked open. Inside were no gold bars, no jewels… only copper pennies, spilling across the ground like a broken promise. The treasure everyone fought for was never treasure at all.

We fled, dodging through backyards of rust and dust. But then — a cave, massive and silent. From its depths, giant stone spheres began to rumble. They shook, broke loose, and hurled toward us with the force of an avalanche.

Death felt certain. Yet, an aura arrived. A being of light carved a pathway through the chaos, the stones splitting like water around their presence. The tunnel that opened was shaped like a half moon, curved above, flat below — a balance of heaven and earth. In awe, we simply walked through, untouched.

But the test wasn’t over. Beyond the cave stretched a hall of shifting walls. Another being — cloaked in power like Doctor Strange himself — folded reality into a training ground of sacred geometry. Protection wasn’t just given; it was taught. I felt initiation rising in me, like remembering something I had once known. And then — the enemy revealed himself. No longer chasing safes, he stood inside a bubble, crafting something darker: a small nuclear device.

“Don’t do that,” I warned. “It will destroy too much.”

But the “food” wasn’t crops. It was us. Humanity.

And that’s when the truth struck me. Another being — one that felt like me in another form, another life, another dimension — stepped forward. I knew his purpose before he spoke. He was going to absorb the nuclear energy, transmute it inside himself, and spare the rest of us from annihilation.

The geometrical sanctuary: sacred training, a reminder that healing follows universal laws and patterns.

The nuclear device: the misuse of energy, feeding on humanity’s lifeforce.

The sacrifice: the archetype of the transmuter — absorbing pain, transforming it, and creating safety for others.

This was not just a dream. It was a remembrance.

What I do is not surface-level. It is not the “safe of gold” people expect. It is deeper. It is copper — the conductor of energy — the spark that reconnects the body to its truth.

I am here to help people escape the weight that tries to crush them. To guide them through tunnels of pressure into freedom. To hold sacred space where energy realigns. To absorb and transmute what the body no longer needs, so they can walk out lighter, freer, and alive in themselves again.

*I often have vast and extremely vivid dreams and over the course of many years I've always tried to interpret them myself. But now with the help with AI, it creates a more in-depth understanding and knowledge of my dreams. So I used AI to give me a summary of the meanings of the dream and this is the result.

I found myself in my grandparents’ old house. We were fixing the roof, patching small corners of mold, clearing and preparing it as if it were being readied for its next chapter. Inside, I discovered a collection of beautiful fishing poles—high-end tools that no one else seemed to want, though I knew their value.

Later, a door slammed shut, a flash of light frightened me, and fear rushed in. I could hardly get out the words, but I began to pray, call in light, and pour gratitude into the moment. The energy shifted. I remembered who I was.

Earlier that day, I received bodywork myself. For the first time in a long time, someone worked deeply into my own system. What was revealed? That before I step fully into teaching and guiding others, I still have work to do within my own “house.” My body is asking for repair, clearing, and strengthening, just like the roof and corners of my grandparents’ home.

The fishing poles in my dream symbolize the tools I carry—massage, lymphatic activation, energy work, and intuitive understanding of flow. Others may overlook them, but they are powerful, valuable, and needed.

The slamming door and flash of light reflect the shock my client experienced—disruptive, invasive, terrifying. But in my dream, I met that energy with light, prayer, and gratitude. That’s the path I’m here to offer: a way of healing that transforms trauma without retraumatizing.

My mission is to hold space for people who have been through the systems, who have tried everything, who have been shocked, numbed, or silenced—and who are ready for something different. Something that sees them as whole, not broken. Something that honors the body’s wisdom and the soul’s inheritance.

Before I teach, I must continue to do the work within myself. Before we as a society accept invasive methods as the only way, we must remember the tools waiting in the corner—patient, powerful, and often overlooked.

And before we sign away our worth, we must stand in our sovereignty, guarded by light, backed by something greater.

• The invisible cloth was the gift of perception—seeing what others miss, touching what hides beneath the surface.

• The monsters and spiders were the primal fears that drive people into hiding, even though hiding never protects them fully.

• The witch was pain personified, reshaping others to match her wounds—until love interrupted her cycle.