{"id":134,"date":"2013-04-04T21:19:29","date_gmt":"2013-04-04T21:19:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/?p=134"},"modified":"2013-04-04T21:19:29","modified_gmt":"2013-04-04T21:19:29","slug":"the-key-to-destruction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/2013\/04\/the-key-to-destruction\/","title":{"rendered":"The Key to Destruction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/jillbertini\/5246914923\/\" title=\"skull handles by jillbertini, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.staticflickr.com\/5247\/5246914923_2e33c9bc4e_n.jpg\" width=\"240\" height=\"320\" alt=\"skull handles\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I have intense, vivid dreams. They could almost be movies, they are so involved. I know, there is a rule somewhere that no one on the internet is interested in hearing about your dreams, so don&#8217;t share them. So, you&#8217;ve been warned. I&#8217;m going to tell you about a dream I had.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I was running down a stairwell, down down down. Running away from people who were chasing me. And in my hand I held an elaborate skeleton key. This wasn&#8217;t any old key. Oh no. It was <b>The Key to Destruction<\/b>. MY destruction. And in order to be saved, all I had to do was release the key. I merely had to open my hand and the people pursuing me would stop. But here&#8217;s the kicker. Do you want to know what this key unlocked? A small cupboard with a picture of Salvador Dali on his high school football team. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I often think of this dream, of how hard it is for me to release the clutching, the grasping, even when it might be destroying me. I was reminded of the quote: <em>Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.<\/em> I might amend that to: <em>Pain is inevitable, struggling is optional.<\/em> I am getting help in identifying these thought patterns that no longer serve me. 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They could almost be movies, they are so involved. I know, there is a rule somewhere that no one on the internet is interested in hearing about your dreams, so don&#8217;t share them. So, you&#8217;ve been warned. I&#8217;m going to tell you about a dream I had. 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