I always pay attention to my dreams, because they often give me insights and ideas, but I sometimes have trouble sorting out whether they’re prophetic or just noise. I just woke up from a crazy dream that featured Wayne Dyer, Harold Bloomfield, Jack Canfield and Donald Trump. I’ve known Wayne, Harold & Jack for years, but only know Trump from his TV show and the massive amounts of publicity he always generates. In the dream I was in a large hotel suite with Wayne Dyer and a support staff of PR people and other folks. There were candles burning in various places around the room and white boards filled with notes & plans. The excitement and anticipation in the air were palpable. I sat down with Wayne to try to gently discuss with him his upcoming plans to do a big, national event (or TV) with Donald Trump. I was thinking to myself “this is crazy…why in the world would you align yourself with The Donald, but my words were gentler…I couldn’t believe Wayne Dyer would want/need to drink the Trump kool-aid and begin preaching “get rich with Trump.” As we were sitting by one of the candles, all of them turned into small fires….no one seemed to notice or care – I threw my half-glass of water on the first fire and began racing around the room shouting orders to the others to put out the fires….amazed that none of them seemed to care that the room could burn down.
I then found myself in another room, same hotel, same conversation with Dr. Harold Bloomfield. He too was about to do a national event or TV show with Trump and seemed quite excited about it. He talked about as if it would be a come back for him and he couldn’t have been happier. For some reason I was chewing a lot of gum and it was getting stuck in my teeth…I was trying to discreetly pull the gum out of my teeth while talking to Harold…impossible to do and the gum was making me crazy. There I was pulling gums out of my teeth while trying to talk to him. Harold told me it was time for me to leave. He had to pack. On the floor were two big suitcases…Harold was putting things into one of them and then Jack Canfield walked in and said hello and walked over to his suitcase which was lying open on the floor next to Harold’s. He was also going to participate in this Trump-thing. He began pulling stacks of $100 bills out of his suitcase and giving them to Harold. (Jack has always been amazingly generous).
I woke up amused and confused. Is this dream just a bad reaction to watching THE APPRENTICE the other night (the Board room scene was painful for me to watch...two grown men groveling to save their position and be loved by Trump…it made my skin crawl)
or is the dream something else?
Am I in denial of the “Trump-like” part of me or is Trump a stand-in for someone else?
One thing is clear, even in a deep sleep I think Donald Trump is operating from a low-level of consciousness….
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