I was at home where I grew up, and I had to gather the laundry or some kind of large white beddings that were in front of the house. There was someone with me, I don't know who, who was saying something or we were talking about me going first to unlock the door. I tried different keys, there were 2 or 3 key rings tied together, one with 3 keys, one with 2 keys, and I think there was a third key ring, but it seemed to be missing. I found a key that partially moved the lock, and the key got stuck at a 180-degree angle until it started to bend. I didn't force the key, and I didn't know what to do because the key in the lock was stuck. Then my dad appeared, and I didn't react to him. It seemed normal to me that he was alive, even though he had actually passed away. I understood that apparently he wasn't there and at the same time it seemed okay that he was alive. He had a round key, like a circle, with a hexagon in the middle made of metal. On the front side of the key, there were numbers ranging from 1 to 360. Although the key in the door was apparently turned 180 degrees, the person next to me asked how I would know where to put the new key in the lock because the new key had to be placed at a specific number out of those 360 numbers. But I said that I knew which number the new key should be placed at in order to unlock it, that it had a specific position. So, I put it in the position where the number 5 was at the top to align it with the lock, and I turned the key, and the door opened. After the door opened, I apparently talked with that person, and they asked where I got such a key. And apparently, in the conversation, I said that the round key was given to my father by someone special, like a locksmith who creates keys like the keymaster from the Matrix. But I wasn't directly discussing it with my dad, rather indirectly or by myself or with the person who I couldn't figure out who they were. Then I went to gather the laundry from in front of the house, which were large, white, and heavy blankets. While I was doing this, apparently there was someone else in front of the house, a neighbor, a strange person who wasn't human but a creature in the shape of a human. It was completely black and not clear, just a completely black humanoid form.
This dream seems to be about a situation where you are trying to unlock or open something, possibly something that has been out of reach or tricky to access. The keys you use to try to open it represent different approaches or solutions you have tried but none of them seem to work quite right. The key that your father has, which has a specific number on it, represents a new approach or solution that is more unique and effective. Your ability to use this key to open the lock suggests that you have the knowledge and intuition needed to successfully navigate this situation.
The appearance of your father, who has passed away, suggests that there may be a feeling of guidance or support coming from him, even if it is not directly conscious or tangible. This may reflect a sense of inner strength or wisdom that you have inherited or acquired from him.
The presence of the black humanoid figure, who is not quite human, suggests a feeling of uncertainty or unease about something or someone in your life. This figure may represent a hidden or unknown aspect of yourself or someone else that you need to confront and understand in order to move forward. The large, white, heavy blankets may represent emotional baggage or burdens that you are carrying with you and need to release or let go of.