I find a small (silver?) key inside of fear.
This is one of those – for me quite frequent – dreams that are almost embarrasingly literal. I sometimes feel that the dream maker/source says to itself “he is especially dense so we have to make it easy for him”. Not that I am complaining.
Inside of fear is a silver key. The key is to welcome fear when it is here, as it is, and for its own sake. Be with it as I would a neglected child returning for attention. See it. Feel it. Love it. For its own sake.