I have always been one to believe that dreams are portals into our deepest desires and subconscious. It wasn’t until a few days ago that I learned that these men who break into my home, into my mind, are sadistically protecting me from my fear of failure. That I have a profound aspiration to create, yet these figures are lurking like jackals wanting to devour the stories I am bringing to life.
My whole life I have been haunted by these images. Waking up, panicked and crying, because suddenly, in my head, I was hiding in my closet after hearing people enter my house and then next thing I knew, the figure was whispering in my ear.
However, now there is a sense of freedom. A crack of relief and release from knowing this deep symbolism.
My whole life has been a battle of confidence, of a low opinion of myself - many people telling me ‘no’, telling me to pursue something else, putting me in the back of performances, always being pressured to “make sure you have a backup plan”, receiving rejections. This confidence battle however has stirred something rooted in me. And that’s that the world should have never doubted me. That now I am creating without apology. I am exposing the dark hooded figures. I am running for wild freedom.