When the Walls Start Leaking
- Karen Di Gloria
- Aug 30
- 3 min read
This month of August has been drenched in water. Not outside, but in my dreams. It’s as if my subconscious—or maybe Spirit itself—has chosen water as the language to speak to me right now.
Most recently, I found myself in a dream living inside an old, dark building. Something about it felt worn, like a place that had carried too much history. In one room, a strange contraption on the wall began spilling water from everywhere. Later, in another room, I saw paint bubbling above a sink—water trapped in the walls, leaking out through cracks and pooling inside a light fixture. It wasn’t new destruction. It was the kind of damage that had been hidden for years, waiting to show itself.
I was on the phone with my mother, tangled in miscommunication and frustration. Her words cut sharp: “how low you have gone.” Those words carried more than just a mother’s criticism—they echoed internalized guilt, the kind of self-criticism passed down through generational conditioning.
In the dream, I was wearing earbuds. And here’s the symbolism: earbuds are filters. They shape what you hear and what you allow in. In this case, they also caused the accidental call to my mom. Boundaries and connection tangled together. Isn’t that so often how it feels with family? The desire to stay connected, but the need for distance, protection, and clarity of what you let in.
At the same time, old friends appeared—Sonia and her husband Doug—offering help, even mentioning a plumber. But I told them not to worry, not to disturb what was already happening.
And then the dream shifted. Suddenly I was going through my grandmother’s jewelry. She was my father’s mother—his line, the masculine side, the right side. I slipped gold bracelets onto my wrist, held a heavy chunk of gold someone said could be worth a lot.
The Leaks We Inherit
Water in dreams often points to emotion, intuition, and the unconscious—the things we bury until they find a way to break through. The leaks in this dream didn’t feel like accidents. They felt ancestral. Old damage. The kind of wounds passed down until someone is willing to see them, name them, and heal them.
The paint bubbling, the water trapped in the walls, the hidden light fixture—it’s all symbolic of what we carry in our inner walls: memories, pain, patterns that no one else sees but that eventually demand attention.
The earbuds and my mother’s voice in the dream carried the tension of boundaries, shame, and misunderstanding. A tangled inheritance.
And yet, in the very same dream, my grandmother’s jewelry appeared. Gold bracelets around my wrist. A heavy piece someone said was valuable. That too is inheritance. Not just the leaks, but the treasure. The shame and the gold. The damage and the gift.
The Release
When I woke, it wasn’t silence I heard but a steady rushing sound in my right ear—like pressure escaping, like water breaking free. Not a ringing, but a release.
That sound felt like confirmation. Something long-held in the walls of my body, my family line, my own unconscious, is starting to give way. The right side of the body is often connected to the masculine, to the father line—and this dream made that connection clear. My grandmother’s jewelry, my mother’s words, the sound in my right ear. All of it speaking to ancestral release.
And maybe that’s the point. You can’t keep the walls perfect forever. Eventually, the leaks tell the truth about what’s been sealed inside. They force you to notice. And in the noticing, there’s release.
Reflection
What leaks are showing up in your life right now? Are they signs of collapse—or signs of healing release?
And when you trace them back, do you see not only the damage, but also the treasure? The inheritance that isn’t just burden, but also gift?
Because sometimes the cracks don’t just reveal what’s broken. They reveal the gold that was always there, waiting to be claimed.
If any part of this touched something inside you, I’d love to know.
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For the lineage and beyond,
Karen Di Gloria ☔️
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