… I sure had a doozy last night (don’t worry, it was totally family-friendly).

Before going to bed, I spent about an hour and a half reading work of Tom “Bald Dog” Varjan’s, on consulting, structure, clients, you name it. It was with Varjan’s concepts swirling in my head that I laid down to sleep last night.

That said, I’d be curious to hear what you’d make of this one:

I was at a workshop of some kind (as a participant, not a facilitator), in a semi-nice, yet semi-cheesy hotel conference room, with wood-paneled walls and bad carpeting. There were at least ten other participants, but it was clear that all the focus, in that moment, was on me.

The teacher up front was one of my old spiritual healing teachers, and he had an assistant: a woman he was clearly training, but who was obviously interested in doing her own thing.

In fact, when he left the room, she started prancing about, waving her hands, trying to tell me all about myself and my business. She looked like a red-haired pigeon with gas pains. And despite her theatrics, her advice told me nil about my business.

When my old teacher comes back in the room, he starts telling me all about my business, too. But like the pigeon-lady, nothing he said really felt accurate, useful, or germane to my work.

And then, my marketing teacher, Sean D’Souza, who I took a year-long course with in 2006, takes the stage. And he proceeds to lay out the big questions in my mind, along with some big answers.

And it all makes sense. A huge dialogue ensued, the whiteboard got filled up with diagrams and bullet points, and within three minutes, I was more clear than lucite about what to do with my business.

But then, the group breaks for lunch, and before I can get to my notebook, someone erased the whiteboard, with all our notes on it. Adios, info.

I was upset for a moment, but then I realized that I had understood everything I needed to understand. The clarity was in my heart, so I didn’t need notes.

As I walked out of the conference room, I woke up.

So, dream interpreters, what’s going on there?

The people represented in my dreams were clearly metaphorical; the things they said weren’t things they would normally say (well, not all of them, at least). And yet, each one’s presence in the dream was just as clearly a sign.

I take it all to mean that I’m moving in some very new directions in my work, and not to look to the past. I’m just starting to talk about some of these new epiphanies, so you can expect more of them to come soon, I’m sure.

Still, I’d be curious to hear if any of you have some insights you could share from your perspective — it’d be fun, at least, if not illuminating!