The Dream Night of 1.11
I had a dream the other night where three different languages were spoken to me. That alone stopped me. It caught my attention more than any other dream I’ve had in my life. It didn’t feel symbolic in the abstract way dreams often do— it felt direct. Like a message.
The words spoken were:
“prie nixie” (pronounced prā·nē)
“noche libre”
I don’t speak any other languages! So when I woke up, I knew immediately these words meant something. I wasn’t meant to understand them in the dream. I was meant to receive them first.
What struck me even more was that “prie nixie” is already two different languages combined.
Prie is French, meaning to pray. It’s connected to prie-Dieu, the kneeling bench used in prayer.
Nixie is German, referring to a water spirit or nymph. In Germanic and Norse mythology, nixies are often portrayed as beautiful, mysterious, and potentially dangerous beings— figures that lure people toward water, toward depth.
Together, the phrase can be interpreted as “prays to a water spirit” or “the water spirit prays.”
Then there was “noche libre.” Spanish. Literally translating to “free night” or “night off.”
A night with no obligations. A night of rest, freedom, or leisure. A release from structure, responsibility, and control.
As I sat with all of this, I realized the message wasn’t asking me to analyze harder—it was asking me to trust more.
Water. Prayer. Freedom.
Depth without fear.
Receiving without resistance.
As I read this back to myself, I’m practicing something new. I feel myself learning how to accept what’s being shown to me without fear or resistance. Not everything is meant to be decoded immediately. Some things are meant to be trusted, felt, and carried gently.
This felt like an invitation to deepen, to rest, and to allow what’s unfolding to reveal itself in its own time.
Forever Grateful,
LumaSoul