I started looking for someone who could help me understand my dreams, and I found Jeremy Taylor, an extraordinary teacher of dreamwork.

Under his guidance, I realized that the tidal wave dreams I kept having were the emotional wreckage I had pushed down for so long. As I trained in dreamwork, those nightmares stopped. They were replaced by empowering dreams , like my first lucid dream, where an angel of light appeared and filled me with ecstasy.

I knew then: dreaming was to be one of my most powerful spiritual tools.

Not long after, I fell in love on a bus to Mexico. His name was Colin, and our connection felt fated. A year later, I sold everything and set off with him through Central America. As soon as we crossed the border into Mexico, a new rhythm began.

Synchronicities became constant. My dreams exploded with colors, symbolism, and profound archetypal images. We were led to a ranch in La Yerba, Nayarit, where we met Carlos, a white-haired mystic who welcomed us in. Through Carlos, we met Huichol shamans and were invited to join them on sacred peyote pilgrimages.

For three years, we lived this way — traveling, dreaming, praying, listening.

Being with the Huichol people changed my life. My relationship to the Earth, the unseen world, and my own soul deepened in ways I still find hard to put into words.

My dreams were alive with animal guides, shapeshifting, and mythical beings. One day in Sedona, I realized I was walking inside a dream I’d had months earlier. I found the exact tree from my dream, and nestled in the bark, just like I saw while sleeping, was a crystal. I still have it to this day.

Later, I had powerful dreams that guided my motherhood.

My son visited me in a dream before I even knew I was pregnant, announcing his arrival. And when I was trying to conceive again, I had a dream that clearly told me I was pregnant. I woke up knowing it was true, confirmed only later by a test.

Eventually, life changed again. Colin and I got married. I became a mother. We settled into a house with a mortgage, routines, carpools, and endless to-do’s. I stopped recording my dreams. I stopped listening to myself. My magic slipped away. I was depleted. I felt unseen, unsupported, and disconnected—from myself, from my husband, and from life. I had buried my voice, my sexuality, and my truth. And it hurt.

I drank a bottle of wine each night just to cope.

But the dreams called me back. One night, I dreamed that a dark figure was about to attack me in a parking lot. Paralyzed, I couldn’t scream. I woke up terrified… and angry. But this time it was different. I went back into the dream and confronted the figure.

I was ready to fight, but a voice whispered, “Remember, you are working with love.” So I beamed love at the attacker. He dissolved into light. I woke up transformed. Something fundamental had shifted. That dream marked a turning point. I reclaimed my voice. I set boundaries. I stopped shrinking. I stopped staying silent.

I started listening again. To my dreams, to my body, to my soul.

And I found my path once again. I returned to dream journaling, to magic, to synchronicity. I stopped hiding. I realized dreamwork wasn’t something I did on the side; it was my calling.

Today, I work with spiritually curious midlife women who are ready to reconnect with their inner guidance, creativity, and power. Women like Sara, who said after our work, “This has changed how I am viewing my waking life as well. I feel more aware and attuned to the weaving of my waking and dreaming life, to synchronicity, and to the miracle of being here.” Or Jen, who shared, “I was looking for a way to cultivate more presence and connection to the parts of myself that are deeper down, and Kris’s work helped me accomplish that.”

When women tap into their dreams, something shifts.

You feel inspired. You trust yourself again. You reconnect with your intuition. You begin to walk through life supported by a deeper wisdom. Your creativity flows. Your relationships deepen. Life feels magical again.

Dreams are living gateways into the mystery, and you are part of that mystery.

This is not just dreamwork. It’s a way of living.