When the Tiger Refused the Phone
“Have you ever seen your phone in your dreams?” — posted by a fellow music producer Cuezy_ on instagram.
The question reminded me of a dream I once had, where I was lying on the ground with a tiger.
We were playing — gently, almost like old friends. There was no fear. Just curiosity, closeness… something wild, but familiar. Then I reached for my phone. I wanted to capture the moment.
But before I could take the photo, someone shone a flashlight toward the tiger — as if suddenly, the moment was being observed.
The tiger changed. It bit the hand holding my phone. Not me — just the phone. I pulled my hand away, but the phone stayed in its mouth. It tried to swallow it… then spat it out. Like something that didn’t belong.
When the phone fell back to the ground — it was broken.
And then the tiger walked away.
I didn’t think much of it at first.
And something clicked.
A strange alignment
I was born on the 17th.
1 + 7 = 8.
In tarot, 8 is Strength.
A woman, gently holding a lion or a tiger.
Not controlling it — but being in harmony with it.
And suddenly, the dream felt familiar.
Because in my dream, I wasn’t afraid of the tiger either.
We were already… together.
But the moment I tried to capture it — to turn it into something observable, shareable — the connection broke.
Dream Interpretation
Tiger in dreams
Often represents raw instinct, inner power, untamed creative energy. Not something to suppress — but something to relate to.
Phone in dreams
A symbol of communication, identity, and how we present ourselves to the world.
Also: a tool to capture, document, share.
Phone being destroyed
A breaking of old expression patterns. A rejection of reducing something vast into something small.
Light / being watched
Awareness, exposure, the moment something private becomes public.
Put together, the message feels almost… gentle:
Not everything powerful wants to be captured.
Not everything meaningful wants to be turned into content.
Some things resist being framed.
Strength is not control
In the tarot, Strength isn’t about overpowering the beast. It’s about presence.
Trust. Coexistence.
In the dream, I already had that. Until I reached for the phone.
Maybe the tiger didn’t attack me — it rejected the container.
A quiet realization
I’ve been thinking about this more lately.
As I create.
As I share.
As I try to translate something internal into something visible.
Some things don’t want to live inside a post.
Or a screen.
Or a moment of attention.
And maybe that’s where Mellow Keys begins and the space my music lives in.
Not as something to capture —
but something to feel.
