The Story of a Dream: Intro to The Spirit Dream

I've gone back and forth on the topic of writing my memoir a lot. On one hand, it seems completely ridiculous for an ordinary person who has not achieved anything unusual in life to write a memoir.

On the other hand, I lost hope and a dream saved me, and I feel called to tell that story.

UDATE 1/9/2026: Please note that this is my original intro. Writing the memoir has been a process and I've gained clarity on the project as I worked on it. It isn't a strictly a spiritual memoir anymore, though there is still a lot of spiritual content.

Here is the new blurb:

📖 Blurb | I was always different. Sensitive. Passionate. Clueless. People didn’t understand me, and I didn't understand myself. I made mistake after mistake. I turned myself inside out trying to live a life that didn’t suit me. When that life imploded, an unusual dream set me on a spiritual path. But the spiritual systems and traditions that worked for others never worked for me. Finally, I found out why. The Spirit Dream is the story of my journey to a late-diagnosis of autism and ADHD, and the dreams, synchronicities, and creative processes that guided me.

The Spirit Dream Excerpt

In 2008, at the lowest point in my life, I had a dream I couldn’t explain.

Unlike the murky, sepia colored dreams I was used to, this dream was sharp and bright and saturated with color. A spectrum of blue, unlike anything I’d ever seen. Vivid reds. Shining white light. A beautiful woman with deep-water blue eyes, radiating love.

Filled with sparkling gemstones and mysterious beings, the dream told the story of a journey to and from an amazing location, and it told that story coherently.

As the woman in blue guided me from one dream experience to another, separate themes played out, like story-lines in a movie. When the dream finally ended, each loose end came together in a memorable and emotional conclusion.

I woke up convinced that my mysterious dream guide was someone special. I knew that the things that she showed me meant something. And even though I had no idea who she was or what she was trying to tell me, I was determined to find out.

This was the beginning of a spiritual journey that carried me through the New Age, in and out of Spiritualism and Wicca, halfway across the world, on pilgrimage to Israel, back to Christianity, through parapsychology, and onto the doorstep of Carl Gustav Jung.

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You can read the Spirit Dream here: The Spirit Dream