Lee Linah

Finding My Green Slippers

Finding the right job can feel a bit like trying to find the right pair of green slippers. At first, you think you’re looking for something impressive — the right title, the right company, the right path. But over time, it becomes less about how it looks and more about how it feels. You tryContinue reading “Finding My Green Slippers”

Hunt for Green Shoes

Sunday arrives like a soft exhale. In the dream, it starts simple: I’m at home, or what feels like home, though the walls keep quietly rearranging themselves whenever I look away. There’s that familiar Sunday light—the kind that doesn’t quite commit to being morning or afternoon. It just… lingers. I realize I’m barefoot. Which isContinue reading “Hunt for Green Shoes”

The Three-Day Dream Festival

There’s a particular kind of dream that doesn’t feel random. Not the chaotic kind where you suddenly forget your pants during an exam while being chased by a giant hamster. These dreams feel curated. Lit carefully. Emotionally coherent. Like your subconscious rented out an abandoned cinema and started screening films made entirely out of atmosphere.Continue reading “The Three-Day Dream Festival”

The Greenhouse Dream

This morning’s dream felt quieter than the others. No gravity-defying malls.No museum of preserved memories.No surreal spectacle demanding interpretation. Just a greenhouse. And somehow, that simplicity made it feel even more meaningful. The dream began inside a vast glass conservatory filled with soft morning light. Sunlight filtered through panes overhead, scattering warmth across stone pathwaysContinue reading “The Greenhouse Dream”

The Mall Where Gravity Felt Optional

It was an early Saturday dream, the kind that arrives after sunlight has already begun entering the room. Not the heavy darkness of midnight sleep, but a softer state of consciousness where reality and imagination overlap gently. In those dreams, the world feels strangely believable even when impossible things happen. And this dream unfolded insideContinue reading “The Mall Where Gravity Felt Optional”

The Museum I Built While Sleeping

Late morning dreams feel different from night dreams. They arrive softer, slower, almost aware that the body is half-awake. Light leaks through the curtains. The world outside already exists again, but the mind still refuses to leave its private theater. That was where I found myself on the third day of medical leave — wanderingContinue reading “The Museum I Built While Sleeping”

🚗 A Dream of Rerouting Away From Chaos: What It Felt Like to Be Guided to Safety

Sometimes dreams don’t arrive as warnings or predictions — they arrive as experiences. Last night, I had one that felt unusually vivid, yet strangely calm. It began on a road at night. There had been a car accident ahead — not close enough to feel panic, but visible enough to know something had gone wrong.Continue reading “🚗 A Dream of Rerouting Away From Chaos: What It Felt Like to Be Guided to Safety”

Biblical Reflections on Dreams and Animals

Throughout the Bible, dreams are often used as a way God communicates vision, guidance, and deeper spiritual truths. While not every dream carries prophetic meaning, Scripture does show that dreams can carry symbolic imagery—sometimes even involving living creatures. One of the most well-known passages about dreams is found in the book of Joel: “And itContinue reading “Biblical Reflections on Dreams and Animals”

From Cocoon to Butterfly: Reorientation and Emergence

In my last reflection, I wrote about the cocoon season—the hidden places where God quietly dismantles old identities, old expectations, and even old versions of ourselves so that something deeper can emerge. But what I’ve come to realize is this: The cocoon is not the end of transformation. It is only the beginning of reorientation.Continue reading “From Cocoon to Butterfly: Reorientation and Emergence”

From Cocoon to Butterfly: What My Dreams Revealed About Transition, Calling, and Transformation

Over the past season of my life, I began experiencing a series of vivid dreams that seemed strangely interconnected. Some involved my former workplace. Others centered around former students, professional events, leadership settings, and moments of recognition. At first, they appeared unrelated—simply fragments of memory shaped by stress, transition, and reflection. But over time, aContinue reading “From Cocoon to Butterfly: What My Dreams Revealed About Transition, Calling, and Transformation”