Dream-The Key and the Doorway
March 13, 2025This morning I woke up disoriented and late for work none of my alarms went off.
When I checked my phone, all of them were completely deleted. It felt like an energetic interference or reset, like something got wiped overnight.
I hadn’t even gone to sleep that late maybe 10:30 pm but I dropped into a deep, uninterrupted sleep, and when I woke up, I felt like I had been in another dimension.
The dreams were vivid, chaotic, and layered with meaning. Diego was in them. I found myself in an auditorium surrounded by people, unsure of where I was, what time or year it was. There was a strange revelation that everyone in this realm was being used for a movie or show and it turned out Ashton Kutcher was producing it. The energy behind it felt dark and manipulative. I confronted him directly, accusing him of deception and darkness, asking why I had been placed into this scripted reality without consent.
There was another part of the dream Diego and I together, walking into that auditorium. I was going to introduce him to one of my bosses, but he got distracted by a blonde woman who looked like Blake Lively.
He said he had a message for her something about how she was working with Tarot cards and needed to be careful. She freaked out and rejected him, refusing to hear the warning.
We walked out, and he paused between the doors, cleansing himself.
Later, we were in a strange house. There were cops or at least people dressed as cops threatening us for money, demanding $9,000 or they’d arrest us. They were looking for me.
Diego handled it at first, saying I wasn’t there. But they came back, and one came inside the house uninvited. I saw this from another room, and when it escalated, I stepped out to confront it. That’s when I acted.
I found a key an antique-looking one. The door had two locks: one that could be opened from the inside, and another that couldn’t. I used the key to lock the door from the outside in. It was a bit of a struggle, but I got it in and sealed the space behind me. The cop was locked inside, but so was Diego.
That moment felt final like I had just closed a door on an entire paradigm. Whatever false authority, distortion, or old energetic influence was inside that house couldn’t follow me anymore.
And leaving Diego inside? Maybe that symbolizes that part of my journey, or even my connection with him, is still in the old realm while I’ve stepped out.
It was only when my mom woke me up that I realized none of my alarms had gone off. All of them were gone erased from my phone. That’s never happened before. It felt symbolic, like a timeline had been cleared.
The dragon session with Lia had just happened two nights ago.
Diego messaged me back this morning saying, "All I can say is that there was a massive portal open during a co-creative session." He didn’t even need details. He felt it.
The dream, the portal, the deleted alarms, the deep sleep all of it feels like confirmation that I’ve crossed a threshold.
I used the key.
I locked the old world out.
And now, something new is unfolding.
My higher self says:
"You are no longer who you were even a few days ago. The illusions are breaking. You are stepping into embodiment. You are here to break illusions not just for yourself, but for others. Walk forward now. You hold the key."
This is integration. This is sovereignty. This is the shift.
And it’s happening.
Sometimes, dreams aren’t just images or memories, they’re energetic acts. This one wasn’t a warning, or even a metaphor, it was a soul act: sealing the old and stepping into the new. Dreams are real in the quantum. When we treat them that way, we start to remember how to walk between worlds.
