Dreams often unpack information from our subconscious minds that we are shoving to the back and put into the too hard basket.
They are also road signs that help us sift through options, crossroads and navigate life and even business.
I had such a dream last night.
I was on the road with some friends and we were looking for a place to stay overnight. We kept coming across places that were just not for us for various reasons.
We got to a large building that looked inviting and so did the people in it. All women.
It wasn't until we entered the building that we've started suspecting that something wasn't right.
They were holding a service, much like an MLM type business award ceremony I attended many many years ago. (This isn't about the MLM business model – before anyone gets offended.)
The cult-like attributes of the people and the event itself was undeniable. And eerie.
We were stopped at the door and told that we must join their cult to get into the event but it was worth it because once we're in, we will be given a business with guaranteed success.
But we'd have to do everything the cult leader tells us to do. Without questioning. We have to follow.
Not only that, but we'd have to give up a part of our souls. Our sense of identity. Forever.
There were women there, at the front desk, wide-eyed, and visibly acting like they were under a spell of some kind and were giving my friends and I a spiel that was clearly rehearsed and recited thousands of time.
With an artificial smile on their faces and flyers in hand, they were getting frustrated that we were not buying into the cult garbage they were selling.
"But you will be making a huge amount of money!" they said.
"You will be one of us! Look how happy we are!"
"Look how successful we are!"
They looked nothing like happiness or success. They looked desperate.
Their mouths were saying, "join us!" but their eyes and their souls were saying, "get me out of here, this is killing me!"
I felt sorry for them. I felt their desperation.
I felt their conflict between the compulsion to bring more people into their fold to validate their own beliefs and their desire to break out and away from that cult-like entity that had them blinded and zombified for so long.
My heart was breaking for them. My friends and I collectively reached out and offered spiritual and physical shelter for anyone who wanted to come with us.
Some, a very few, have.
We took off into the night. Just a few of us. But at least there were more of us in the pack than when we started out on our journey.
We kept on going until we found another one of those large, inviting buildings with women inside.
The same scenario repeated. Then there were a few more of us again.
Then I woke up and knew I had to share this dream with you.