The Tug That Woke Me

The Tug Beneath the Surface: A Cancer New Moon Dream on Emotional Boundaries, Ancestral Ties, and the Soul’s Cry for Space

The other night, under the Cancer New Moon, I had a dream that still lingers in my body. One of those dreams that feels less like fiction and more like a soul message wrapped in metaphor. A dream not meant to be forgotten, but unpacked.

It started with the plumbing.

🛠️ The Plumbing Was About to Burst

I was in a bathroom or washroom. The pipes were loud—overworked, overwhelmed. I could feel they were about to break. That tension of “too much,” of systems pushed beyond their limit, was palpable.

Plumbing in dreams often mirrors our emotional infrastructure. When it groans or floods, it's not just about water—it's about everything we're holding in, everything we think we can "manage" until the walls crack.

Have you ever felt your internal system straining silently beneath the surface?

👩‍👧 Then My Mother Appeared

We don’t have a close relationship. Our communication is strained. Yet in the dream, she was right there—pushing her agenda, insisting on something that felt manipulative, unnecessary. I was defending myself, explaining my reasons, my space, my choices. It didn’t matter.

On the table between us sat two glass measuring cups—not drinking glasses, but measuring cups. And in the heat of our dispute, one fell. The handle broke clean off.

Even in the dream, it struck me: how we measure each other, and ourselves, was no longer holding. The tools we’ve used to contain or carry this dynamic—fragile, precise, overused—couldn’t withstand the pressure.

Eventually, she said, “Fine, I’ll leave.”

And here’s where it got complicated: I felt relieved. Finally—some space. But also . . . guilty.

Guilt is the leash of emotional enmeshment. Especially between parent and child. Especially when we’ve been conditioned to believe that caring means sacrificing our own peace.

👨‍👧 The Father Shadow

As I considered reaching out to my dad—seeking support, clarity, protection—my mother reappeared. This time, she declared she wasn’t leaving until she told the authorities about his cheating.

The energy felt off. Like she didn’t just want to “tell,” she wanted to remove him. Erase him from access. Make him unavailable.

And I started to feel it—anger, anxiety, internal panic. The helplessness of being stuck between two dysfunctional poles of power. One manipulates; the other is under threat. There’s no “safe” place to lean. Only the self. Only the climb.

🧗‍♀️ I Tried to Walk Away—She Tugged at My Pants

I was ascending a grassy hill. Trying to walk away, to rise above, to breathe. And then I felt it.

A tug.

Right under my ass cheek.

She was tugging at my pants again, asking for something as I climbed. I was annoyed, overwhelmed, violated. I wanted her to stop. To leave me alone. To let me go.

That tug felt so real it stayed with me even after I woke up.

And that’s when I knew: this wasn’t just a dream. This was a message from my nervous system, from my lineage, from my soul.

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Cancer New Moon Medicine: What Was This Dream Really About?

Cancer rules the mother, the womb, the waters of emotion. It asks us:

Where do you go home to yourself?

Where are you still giving up your peace in exchange for approval, for safety, for not rocking the boat?

In the dream, the broken plumbing was my emotional body under pressure.

My mother was both literal and symbolic: a manifestation of old programming, guilt, obligation.

The father represented support, yet even that source was being threatened.

And the pant tug? That was the energetic hook of a generational wound.

Soul Reflections for You (and Me)

If you’ve had dreams that leave you shaken, curious, haunted—pause and explore.

Ask:

• What system in me is about to burst?

• Where am I still asking for permission to rest, to say no, to walk away?

• Who (or what) is tugging on me when I try to rise?

• What emotional scripts am I ready to rewrite?

I Share This Because I’m Still Learning

Still learning how to walk away without guilt.

Still learning how to let my no be enough.

Still learning how to feel safe in space, in solitude, in sovereignty.

And maybe most of all—

I’m learning to stop trying to measure up to roles I never agreed to.

To stop carrying what was never mine to hold.

That broken glass measuring cup in the dream?

It was more than an accident.

It was a crack in the illusion that I have to keep score, prove my worth, or pour from a system that’s always kept me small.

I’m learning to carry only what’s truly mine.

With new tools.

Tools made not from guilt, obligation, or inheritance—

but from freedom, self-trust, and enoughness.

And maybe . . . it was about you, too.

If you’re reading this and your body remembers a tug, a demand, a pressure—please know:

You’re not alone.

And you get to walk away.

You get to climb the hill.

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With gratitude for this unfolding,

Karen Di Gloria🌙

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