Where is Mr. Lacey?

Last night I dreamt, and it has been a few nights of non-dreaming. I hate not dreaming. It makes me feel disconnected from the universe and myself. I dream most nights and remember my dreams. But last night the dreams meant no sleep. It was as if some dream-drain was unclogged. Everything that should have showed up in the last few nights showed up all at once in a rush that woke me up with each new dream. A few images from those dreams:

A black and gold snake with fresh skin having just shed. Cool and slick, wrapped around my arm.

A series of lakes full of fish interconnected by waterfalls.

A figure sitting in shadows rocking.

The dreams were not bad, just big with no time for narrative and connection. Somewhere in the night/early morning, after a particularly startling wake up, I was patting the bed beside me and thought, "Where is Mr. Lacey?"

Mr. Lacey is Selah's teddy bear. Here he is sitting on Bo's lap.
And then there is Ms. Defoe's video where Lacey is in the wind.
And so the interconnections are coming today in waking time.
Through people and teddy bears who are dear to me.
I am waiting for my snake friend to show up and remind me of the power of shedding and transformation.
Today, I wear gold and black.

Selah and Bo, could you please give Mr. Lacey a kiss for me? Tell him, thanks for helping me to navigate dreamspace and sorry about making him smoke all those cigarettes the last time I was in Denver.