This morning, I was drifting in and out of sleep. Not fully awake… not fully asleep… just in that quiet space where things feel a little more real than usual.
I had two short dreams. They didn’t feel random. They felt intentional. Like something in me was trying to show me something I already know… but needed to see clearly.
I’m still grieving my soul sister, Stephanie. That love doesn’t just disappear. It shifts. It stretches. It opens things up in you. And I can feel that something in me is changing.
The First Dream: I Chose Myself
In the first dream, Melanie picked me up from my hotel. Now… I love Melanie. I do. But if I’m being honest, I can only take her in small doses. That’s just the truth.
We were going somewhere together, but at the last minute, her husband got in the truck too. Now I’m in the back seat, and he starts talking to me in a way that felt condescending… just picking at me, asking questions with an edge to it.
And what stood out to me was this…
I didn’t react.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t defend myself. I didn’t even really answer him.
I just sat there. Aware. A little uncomfortable… but not upset. Not angry. Just… aware.
At some point he gets out of the truck and is still talking loud and rude. I turned to Melanie and asked her, real simple:
“Is he going to be with us the whole time?”
She said yes.
And just like that, I said:
“Take me back to my hotel.”
That was it.
No drama. No attitude. No explanation.
I just chose myself.
The Second Dream: I Walked Past It
I drifted back to sleep and found myself in a house I didn’t recognize.
There was this pretty woman there… but her life was chaotic. She had a husband, a boyfriend, and other men she was entertaining. She was on the phone trying to explain all of this to someone like it made sense.
I looked at her.
And then I just walked past her.
No judgment. No desire to correct her. No need to get involved.
I just kept moving.
And that felt powerful.
Because it wasn’t about her being right or wrong… it was about me recognizing:
That’s not my life. That’s not my energy. That’s not where I am anymore.
When Randy Showed Up
Then I walked to the door… and when I opened it, there stood Randy.
I wasn’t expecting him.
I let him in, and he followed me into the kitchen. He stood there quietly, watching everything going on with that woman. And that part right there… that was so him. In real life, he’s observant. A little nosey even. He pays attention.
What’s interesting is… she never once acknowledged him. Not one time. She stayed wrapped up in her chaos, talking on the phone, completely consumed in her own world.
I casually told him what was happening, then I paused and asked him:
“Oh… are you here for her?”
He didn’t even hesitate.
“No. I’m here for you.”
I said okay, and I kept walking. But then I said something that felt important to me:
“Hey… it’s okay if you’re here for her. It’s okay.”
And I meant that.
I wasn’t trying to release him. I wasn’t hurt. I wasn’t bothered.
I wanted him to understand that I was good.
If he was there for her, I would have simply left him right there with her and walked into another room… with no attachment, no emotion tied to it.
That’s where I am now.
But again, he said:
“No. I’m here for you.”
And he followed me.
Then I woke up.
The Truth About Randy
I need to say this part out loud.
Randy has shown up in my dreams for years.
At one point, I thought those dreams were about him… about us… about a relationship that never quite came together. The truth is, I loved him. I really did. I still do, differently.
Randy was never available… but neither was I.
Which is why I was so drawn to him. Like attracts like.
Over time, I’ve come to realize… Randy was never just Randy.
Randy was me.
He was a mirror. A reflection. A part of me that I wasn’t fully seeing yet.
He came into my life to wake something up in me that nobody else could reach.
And that kind of awakening… it’s not always gentle.
It can feel like being placed in a furnace.
Uncomfortable. Intense. Stretching you beyond what you thought you could handle.
But when it’s over…
You see what came out of it.
Something stronger. Something clearer. Something whole.
Like a piece of pottery that had to go through fire to take its true form.
Like giving birth.
Painful in the moment… but it produces Life.
So, when he stood there and said:
“I’m here for you.”
I don’t hear that as a man speaking to me anymore.
I hear that as truth.
I hear that as my soul.
What I See Clearly Now
I don’t have to argue with anything that disturbs my peace.
I can leave.
I don’t have to involve myself in chaos just because I see it.
I can walk past it.
And I don’t have to question whether I am chosen.
I AM.
I don’t have to compete, compare, or question where I stand with anyone.
I am whole.
And from that place, I choose myself… fully, freely, and without attachment.
Final Reflection
This season of my life feels different.
It feels like clarity. It feels like boundaries without guilt. It feels like love… without losing myself in the process.
It feels like Life.
Real Life.
And I’m learning to honor that.
– Toinyette
I AM grounded in peace.
I AM aligned with truth.
I AM chosen, fully and completely.
🕊️ Toinyette’s Journey Blessing
May you walk away from what disturbs your spirit without guilt.
May you recognize what is not meant for you without judgment.
And may you always remember…
what is truly yours will never pass you by.
Stay in peace. Stay in truth. Stay in Love.
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