Dear Ones,

I usually do not post dreams on my blog, yet this one feels somewhat special.

It is not that dreams are too personal, it is that they are complicated to interpret, unaware that we are of the many variables that come into play in such an invigorating subterranean journey.

If there is one aspect I cannot fathom in this dream, it is the ‘marsh-thing,’ which came out very clear; both the word and the plot of water. Not that I could see it clearly though but its presence was felt and the vision was couched in a shell-word.

To fully appreciate what I am narrating here, one may have to be familiar with the Netflix series Locke & Key. Locke is the name of the family that moves into a gigantic house, the Key House, a few months after the death of the husband / father of three. They move coast to coast, from Seattle, Washington, to Matheson, Massachusetts.

‘Going into one’s head’ means that either Bode or Kinsey (sister and brother) use a lock in the back of their neck and a key Bode found in the house to unlock a hardly-accessible part of themselves. One version of them remains petrified while the other travels into another environment—a marsh perhaps—where things happen.

I had a long dream of befriending a young blond girl. I was visiting her parents right before Christmas. Their apartment was right below the roof of a building.

It was Christmas eve and I still needed to work; I worked in what looked like a marsh; a woman was my supervisor and she reminded me that Christmas eve was a workday; there was someone swimming in the marsh (possibly another woman) and I wasn’t sure I wanted to swim or work that day.

I was going to spend Christmas at my friend’s family yet still had my parents alive. I needed to stop at their home to pick up something on the way to work. It looks like I was young.

The girl (my friend) looked like the one in the Locke & Key tv series, with shorter hair – her name in the series is Kinsey.

Interestingly, in last night’s episode, Kinsey went into her head with a key, retrieved her ‘darkness’ (per our son’s Alex words), came back out, killed it and buried it into the snowy ground. It’s uncanny that I asked Alex for confirmation. I obviously knew what Kinsey was doing because she previously went ‘into her head’ along with her brother Tyler, and her personified anger then attacked him. This is when she came to his rescue and killed ‘anger’ with a fire poker.

Kinsey came to mind this morning, August 23^rd, when I came across ‘Fear of Lack,’ a defilement I am striving to remove in my daily tantric meditation.