During our San Diego Trip, we went through a visualization exercise on seeing our dreamer. The part of us that dreams, big dreams. The part of us that we had as kids when we wanted to be an Astronaut, a Cowboy, a Fireman, Luke Skywalker… but was crushed by the unrelenting logical world around us.

The dreamer is inside of us. For some The Dreamer is alive and vibrant, for others, he has been locked in the dungeon in shackles, not dead (because you can only kill The Dreamer when you kill The Body) but hidden from the rest of the world.

My Dreamer is a frequent visitor, you have seen him from time to time when I have been excited about running and photography. He has been around other times as well, just not written down on the computer.

I saw my Dreamer. My Dreamer is a 7′ man of fire. When I welcomed my Dreamer to come out in the open, this mammoth man consisting of nothing but flames came into view. Although made of fire, his shape was definitely humanoid, it reminds me of the Human Torch from Fantastic Four, except very little body detail – almost as if he was all flames. I couldn’t tell if anything was affected by his flames, but I wasn’t. It wasn’t even hot, nor was it cool. It just was. He seemed friendly enough, hell… he’s my Dreamer, he better be friendly!

When I was back in Tennessee I thought it was interesting that my Dreamer was essentially a walking sun. The sun has been a personal symbol for a number of years now. Before The Elder had a strong enough grip, I wore a sun medallion on a necklace as reference to the sun.

So I have met my Dreamer, but I haven’t seen him since, at least not visually. I think that it helps that I have imagined what my Dreamer looks like because it acts like a memory tool. This way, I won’t forget to Dream.

Of course, the Dreamer arch-nemesis is called The Doubter. I know what my Doubter looks like now. I have a “face” for the voice that I hear…