THE DREAM FLOOD 🌊🧜🏻‍♀️

Heyy lovessss ❤️, Today I’m gonna share a dream I had and trust me, it wasn’t your regular sweet dreams kind of thing. It felt more like a full-on mythological drama, with floods, stubborn doors, and even a surprise merman cameo. So grab your tea, because this one’s a ride. Last night, my brain decided to play an entire feature film while I was asleep. And honestly? It was wild.

So, in my dream, my family and I were in our house just chilling. Normal day, nothing dramatic until the sky decided otherwise. Suddenly, it started raining like the clouds had signed up for a doomsday performance. The drains outside overflowed, and before I knew it, the entire street transformed into a private ocean. Yep, sea view upgrade unlocked. 🌊

Now, this wasn’t just water. Oh no. Out of nowhere, I spot a mermaid. But not the dreamy Disney version this was a full-on older merman 🧜🏻‍♀️🕺🏻. Imagine a man with a human torso, fish tail, and ancient vibes. My brain instantly went, “Wait, is this Lord Vishnu’s Matsya avatar visiting me in 2025?” Divine or not, I wasn’t ready.

Instincts kicked in. I started running around the house, locking every door and window, because in my head that was going to stop the flood. But every time I locked a door, it magically opened again. Hello? Universe, what’s with the drama?

Then things escalated. A strange man managed to get past the gate and started pushing my door like he was auditioning for a horror film. I panicked, not letting him in, but he kept trying. Eventually, he forced his way inside. I braced myself for a showdown, but the second he saw me, he froze. Like I reminded him of someone. Man, I’m flattered, but why do mythical sea-men and random intruders look at me like I’m their long-lost memory?

And just like that, boom 💥. I woke up. No ending, no explanation. Just me staring at the ceiling like, “Was that a spiritual sign? Or did I just mix mythology, mermaids, and horror into one night’s sleep?”

Maybe the meaning is simple like Water rising means my emotions overflowing. Doors that won’t stay shut shows struggles I can’t control and the merman is like a divine reminder that protection comes in mysterious forms.

 

Or maybe this dream wasn’t random at all. Maybe it was my mind’s way of showing me that floods, storms, and even strange visitors are just symbols of life’s chaos. And no matter how surreal things get, I’ll always have the strength to close the doors, hold my ground, and trust that something bigger than me is watching over.

“Life, like my dream, is a mix of chaos, mystery, and surprise characters but heyy, that’s what makes the story worth living.” 🪩