How to connect your dreams with current astrological transits? šāØ
Iāve been keeping a dream journal for a while now, and recently I started noticing how much my dreams seem to echo ā or even respond to ā whatās happening in the sky. The more I pay attention, the more fascinated I become. Astrology and dreaming are both powerful tools for self-discovery, but when you combine them, something truly magical happens. Patterns emerge. Symbols align. Hidden truths surface.
In this post, I want to show you exactly how I connect the two. So first, let me share the latest entry from my dream diary:
Petrolina: From Neglect to Healing šļø
I dreamed I was standing at the top of a highway roundabout. It was late afternoon, and the light was already slipping into twilight, turning everything pale and colorless. There were scattered people around me, and among them, I recognized a congresswoman I had voted for. She was short, blonde, middle-aged ā overly friendly for someone who had nothing to show for her term. I asked her what she had managed to accomplish in her four years in office. She just smiled, lifted her hands in a āwhat can you do?ā gesture, and saidā¦ nothing.
She told me she had followed the example of Clodovil, a Brazilian fashion designer turned politician, who once said he had no political proposals but would figure it out once elected. In her case, she got there and figured out nothing ā yet still carried herself with a disarming lightness and sense of absolution.
Suddenly, the scene changed. We were in Petrolina, a small city in the dry backlands of Pernambuco, Brazil. A local tour guide ā a woman with long black hair ā was explaining to me how funerals worked there. The deceased would descend a kind of ceremonial waterslide in their coffin, as part of a performative procession.
I learned that a gay man had recently passed away, and his family had erased his sexuality from the memorial panel recounting his life. I found it deeply disrespectful. So, the guide and I set out to find his old home ā a large red adobe house surrounded by shallow, sky-blue floodwaters ā in search of a note he had supposedly left, asking for his identity to be honored after his death.
We searched carefully but never found the letter. Disappointed, we gave up and left.
Iām not sure if what came next was part of the same dream or already another layer, but I was still in Petrolina ā a place I used to visit during my time as a domestic flight attendant in Brazil. I always found the city interesting, though far from touristy. Dusty streets, sun-bleached buildings, and that dry yellow tone that painted everything.
But now, in the dream, the city was transforming.
International tourists were beginning to arrive, as if something magical had been set in motion. I saw a serene woman wearing an Arab veil taking in the scenery. A bit further along, two elegant Black French men were checking into an AirBnB fashioned out of traditional clay houses. It felt like the city was finally blooming.
I thought to myself: āWhat else could draw people here?ā ā and then remembered the boat tours to the XingĆ³ Canyons, and the nearby vineyards. All of it was falling into place, rearranging itself into something inviting.
Now, while writing this down, I realize the dream resembled a mobile game I often play: Japanese Rural Life Adventure. In the game, you tend a small farm and help bring life back to a nearly abandoned village, attracting tourists and restoring the land. The more care you give it, the more beauty and vitality it regains.
I think that dream was speaking to that same yearning ā the hope of turning forgotten places, whether external or internal, into something beautiful, thriving, and alive.
āØ How is this dream connected to the current astrological events?
The night I had this dream aligned with the New Moon in Leo ā a lunation that brought powerful aspects involving Pluto, Uranus, Saturn, and Neptune. The themes of the dream ā loss, exposure, restoration, and inner sovereignty ā mirror the energetic landscape these transits evoke.But perhaps the most evocative way to feel these alignments isnāt through analysis, but through poetry. And no one captured the soul of this lunation more powerfully than Fida, in the piece titled:
New Moon in Leo opposite Pluto,sextile Uranus, trine Saturn and Neptune - July 25
It is still warm with memory.
Your body assumes the familiar posture,
You anticipate the usual echo,Ā
the clapping, the nodding, the praise that used to mean you exist.
Yet what once roared back as applause
The crowd that once anchored your worth
And you remain at the epicenter,
Exposed to the terrifying intimacy of your own unwitnessed radiance.
This is the Leo New Moon.
What remains when your performance has no audience?
Who are you when no one is watching?
Who rules when there are no subjects to govern?
This Moon is the dismantling of the kingdom built on performance.
The unmaking of the story that said your light only mattered if someone watched it burn.
But its meaning collapses.
What was once a site of recognition becomes a site of reckoning.
OPPOSITION TO PLUTO IN AQUARIUS
Pluto stands in the far corner of the theatre,
and with a gesture, the mask turns to ash.
Every persona, every polished version of you,
every mask you learned to wear just to stay alive
disappears under his nuclear gaze.
This is the death of the persona that learned to survive by being understood.
The clever adaptation that mirrored what the world needed
But the sovereign remains.
something ancient begins to breathe.
SEXTILE TO URANUS IN GEMINI
The looped thinking: what they think, how you sound, what it means,
You hear transmission from your core
That never learned to care about interpretation.
A frequency of thought that doesnāt collapse into explanation.
Uranus sextiles this New Moon
to lift you out of reaction
and rewire you for original movement.
The Trickster God rewiring the Solar Heroās brain to bypass the translation mechanism entirely.Ā
No more converting experience into narrative. No more processing reality through the filter of āwhat does this mean about me?ā
The Lion begins to write again
Saturn brings back the bones, but this time, theyāre yours.
And theyāre built from fire.
This is Saturn the anchor, not the limits.Ā
He says: I will not hold you back. I will hold you steady.
Whatever vision flickers in your field
this Trine stabilizes it.
Saturn gives you the right to move without requiring proof of worthiness.
To act before achieving cognitive coherence.
To build the structure that can support the wild signal you carry.
Where Pluto cleared the stage,
Saturn quietly builds you a new one
TRINE TO NEPTUNE IN ARIES
Neptune says: You are not here to pursue the divine. You are the condition for it to land.
This is the end of the myth of becoming.
Your spiritual journey ends not through arrival but through the recognition that there was never anyone traveling.
Your awakening completes not through achievement but through the dissolution of the one who could achieve anything.
INTEGRATED: THE FIELD OF THE LION
You do not vanish when the performance ends.
Uranus liberates the circuitry.
Saturn hands you the frame.
Neptune dissolves the boundary between dreamer and dream.
Leo awakens in the quiet.
In the unmistakable pulse
of something that no longer asks to be known,
you are ready to walk without witness.
you are ready to build what doesnāt yet exist.
you are ready to move as the origin point.
And the world forms around its steps.
š How the Dream and the Astrological Moment Intertwine
The dream unfolds as a mirror to the current celestial landscape ā especially under the influence of the Leo New Moon opposing Pluto, and harmoniously aligned with Uranus, Saturn, and Neptune. Each scene from the dream resonates with the deeper psychological and spiritual invitations these transits are bringing to the surface.
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The Beginning ā The Overpass and the Politician
āThe stage remains. But its meaning collapses.ā
āWhat remains when your performance has no audience?ā
The dream opens at sunset on an overpass ā a place suspended between directions ā as a charismatic but ineffective politician appears. She smiles sweetly, shrugs, and admits sheās done nothing with the power she was given.
This is Pluto in Aquarius opposing the Leo Moon in full force: the disintegration of hollow personas, of public images that promise transformation but deliver only presence ā not essence.
Sheās not just a politician; sheās a mask.
A symbol of the part of us (or the world) that once sought approval, applause, visibility ā but could not sustain meaning.
And the sun is setting. The illusions are losing color.
The Leo Moon asks: Whatās left when the applause stops?
ā°ļø The Funeral, the Hidden Identity, the Search for the Letter
āPluto burns the persona.
Every identity crafted to survive judgment dissolves into ash.ā
One of the most powerful moments of the dream: a funeral for a gay man, whose true identity has been erased from the narrative of his life. The burial becomes theatrical ā a coffin sliding down a toboggan ā but the truth is buried deeper still.
The dreamer searches for a letter the man may have left behind ā one that would reclaim his truth. But the letter cannot be found.
This reflects Plutoās destructive gaze ā exposing the emotional violence of denial, of stories untold.
And it mirrors Neptune in Aries, dissolving the idea that redemption comes through linear resolution. There is no neat ending. The ache is the awakening.
šļø Petrolina Begins to Bloom
āSaturn says: I will not hold you back. I will hold you steady.
So build it. Move it into form.ā
āUranus rewires the mind. Connects to original movement.ā
Then the dream turns ā a transformation begins. The once-arid city of Petrolina becomes magnetic. Tourists arrive. The desert breathes.
This is Saturn in Aries laying a new foundation after Plutoās demolition.
This is Uranus in Gemini liberating perception ā the mind no longer seeking external approval or symbolic meaning, but simply witnessing beauty as it unfolds.
No more asking: āWhat does this say about me?ā
Now, simply: āWhat wants to come alive here?ā
The city is not explained. It is felt.
Not justified ā but inhabited.
š¦ The Lion Walks Alone
āYou do not vanish when the performance ends.
āYou are ready to walk without witness.
You are ready to build what doesnāt yet exist.ā
The final image is quietly epic: an arid place begins to blossom ā not because it was seen, but because the dreamer chose to invest soul, presence, and care into it.
Thatās the essence of Leo awakened:
No longer performing. No longer proving. But creating from source.
This is not a dream about being recognized.
Itās a dream about becoming the one who recognizes.
About reclaiming inner sovereignty, even when no one claps.
āļø Conclusion: Dream and Sky in Perfect Alignment
This dream is not an accident of the psyche ā itās a living expression of the current cosmic field. Each transit plays a role:
Pluto: collapse of identities built to please.
Uranus: mental freedom, original thought, clarity without translation.
Saturn: stable structure for whatās real.
Neptune: spiritual truth through direct experience.
Leo: not the actor ā but the creator of the stage itself.
You are no longer the one who waits for change from others.
You are the one who tends the forgotten places.
The one who restores the submerged homes.
The keeper of a truth so embodied it no longer needs to be written.
And everything begins to bloom around you ā
Not because anyone is watching,
But because you have arrived.
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