Cher thinks I am fast enough

A few weeks ago a friend told me that their job had been reduced to 2 days per week from full-time.  I was both outraged and impressed at the same time.  Impressed because what a genius idea for the company – you force the employee to go find another job on their time, and avoid unemployment and severance.  In addition, should your business model change or other employees leave, you can reinstate their hours/days.  I was outraged because it is a terrible way to treat people.  As a result, I decided to help my friend by offering to look over his resume and provide him guidance so that he could go after the kind of job he wanted (not the kind of job he had been doing).  I did that and e-mailed him my feedback with an edited version of his resume.  He quickly replied with a “thanks…I’ll look it over”.

At that time, I had been feeling down about the progress my partners and I were making getting indigoforce off the ground (it was all taking too long between designers and developers for websites, getting phones turned on, business cards printed, making contacts, etc. – I am a bit impatient – can you tell?).  I started to feel unsure if indigoforce or my role in its vision and mission was meant to be.  

That same week I had a dream that I started a catering business and I would provide food service to various famous talent who would perform at business meetings/conventions.  My first day on the job I was in a big convention hall that was being set up for a conference.  People were busy working on setting up stages, sound systems, seating, etc.  I knew I needed to prepare lunch for the performer but I didn’t know who the performer was.  In the dream, I was nervous about who the performer was and hoped it wasn’t anyone I admired which would make pleasing them that much more personally important to me.  Turns out, it was Cher (a nod to my childhood since Cher is the first celebrity I ever was dazzled by – and I still am!).  I so wanted to prepare a lunch that was “fit for Cher” so I went straight to work even though I didn’t have a chance to know what she would want to eat.

There was nothing in the kitchen – just scraps – but I managed to put together a salad and sandwich that was half vegetarian and half something else – just to try to cover all my bases thinking a performer wouldn’t want anything too heavy before rehearsal.  I was a nervous wreck because I felt it was all taking me too long to prepare.  Just before I left the kitchen I saw a block of hard parmesan cheese and decided it would be nice to add a slice of that cheese to one-half of her sandwich (as unconventional as it was to me to put that kind of cheese on a sandwich) – I knew it was a gamble but I did it.

I brought the sandwich to Cher and she thanked me without another word – it didn’t seem to her that I took too long to deliver her lunch.  I asked if I could get her a drink – she requested water.  Frantically I search for a fabulous glass – Cher should have a fabulous glass of water in my mind!  Again, I felt it was taking too long but I managed to find a big crystal goblet and I filled it with water.  When I brought the water to Cher she complimented me on the lunch and asked me why I decided to put that kind of cheese on her sandwich.  At that point I realized I was dreaming (that for me is always the point at which a dream goes from just a dream and turns into a “knowing” or an omen – I knew some key information or insight was about to come to me).

I realized the catering  business was indigoforce, the convention hall was the working world, and catering to performers was about helping the workforce (all of them stars at what they are meant to do) – and food service/feeding them was the transition of turning the workforce into the indigoforce (a workforce enlightened about their unique purpose is an indigoforce), and the cheese was the use of assessment and especially astrology in the process.  Cher loved the lunch and began asking me for a secret way to prepare her coffee – she didn’t want anyone else to know about it.  Never did she seem unhappy with how long it took me to bring her lunch or her water.

When I woke up I looked up the dream in my trusted dream book – I ran into one meaning that said I would receive a gift.  At that I put the book down – why would I receive a gift?  It seemed ridiculous to me especially since I knew I would be home working all day and there were no special occasions near.

Later that evening when my husband came home from work he told me there was a package addressed to me on our doorstep.  When I opened the package it had beautiful pink roses in it .  The card thanked me for helping my friend with his resume.  Turns out he and his wife thoroughly read through my feedback and he gained some clarity around searching for the job he wanted – not just a job he was qualified to perform.  The dream and its symbolic meaning to me as well as a manifestation of the meaning from the dream book (especially a gift for helping someone in their career), took any last reservation I had about moving forward with my role in indigoforce away.

Onto the next omen…