Night doesn’t end your journey—it deepens it.

Since 2001, I’ve been in conversation with what I call the soul plane. Not metaphor. Not fantasy. A real, symbolic, multidimensional space where insight, interference, and revelation unfold while the body sleeps. We call it dreaming. But if you’re walking the TULWA path, it becomes so much more.

Dreams aren’t random. They’re transmissions. Sometimes scrambled. Sometimes symbolic. Always encoded. You’re not watching a movie—you’re decoding a message. But forget the dream dictionaries. That approach led me in circles. It wasn’t until I saw dreams as theater—with scenes, actors, props, and lighting cues—that I started getting real traction.

The key? Don’t obsess over symbols. Focus on feeling. On context. On emotional weight. Ask yourself: who was I in that dream? What did I feel? What was unresolved? That’s where the real information lives.

And yes, these dreams are often interdimensional communications. But here’s the deal: I told the beings—guides, watchers, messengers—that if they couldn’t speak in a way I could understand, they weren’t as supreme as they claimed. They had to meet me where I stood. I wasn’t going to pretend I could ascend on command. And you shouldn’t either. Real guidance adapts. Real intelligence doesn’t posture.

But not everything in that space is benevolent. There are entities that distort, mislead, or test your stability. Nightmares aren’t just emotional residue. Sometimes they’re encounters. Sometimes they leave marks—in your body, in your energy. But they can also teach. Nothing enters the soul plane without revealing something.

You must develop your own system for interpreting. No one else can hand you a key that fits your door. Read what you want—but always, always prioritize your own resonance. Ask your guides to be clear. To simplify. To show you the message in a way that lands. This is your path, not a community guessing game.

The soul plane isn’t psychology. It’s not metaphor. It’s work. And when you’re on this path fully, that work runs 24/7. They don’t sleep, these presences. But they respect the effort. If you show up in the night with openness and clarity, they’ll respond.

Keep a journal by your bed. Write down even the fragmented stuff. Over time, patterns emerge. Archetypes form. Messages stabilize. And what once felt like noise begins to sound like rhythm.

Speak to your allies there. Build trust. Set boundaries. Ask for insight—and mean it. Just like in waking life, intention shapes interaction.

This realm isn’t a dreamland escape. It’s a mirrored field. A classroom. A forge.

So sleep like a traveler. Wake like a translator. And treat your nightly encounters as sacred data from beyond the veil.

Because often, what happens at night isn’t just more real than your waking thoughts—it’s more true.

See you on the soul plane.