In this first episode, we'll talk about why to change the world, you need to change the way people think. But first, let me share with you a story.
Recurring Dream
I've been having this recurring dream. It's a very scary and strange dream, and I've been having it for two years now. In this dream, I die. And everybody I love also dies. It's a dream of the end of the world. And it's a dream of hope.
The Cataclysm
I'm at home, looking out the window. At first, I feel at peace, watching the blue sky. Then suddenly I start to grow hot and uneasy. The sky shifts from clear blue to green, then yellow. At that point, I know something is wrong.
The heat presses down on me. I go outside. I look up and see a small point in the sky—a meteorite. It grows larger and larger until it fills the sky, much bigger than the moon. It radiates heat. My skin burns, sweat pours, and the air feels suffocating.
People start leaving their houses too, but they're not my neighbors. They are everyone I love: my partner, my children, my parents, my friends. We all stand together, staring at the sky as it turns dark orange.
The meteorite now takes the whole sky. I know I will not survive. Neither will the people around me. None of us will. I try to run toward them, to give one last hug, one last goodbye. But I can't move.
The pressure in my body and head builds up. My heart pounds, my ears ring, I feel dizzy. It builds and builds until my head explodes. I'm dead.
The Void
Then—only darkness and silence. I can't think. I can't act. I can't do anything. I only float in emptiness. I exist, and nothing more.
They say you always wake up when you die in a dream, but not me. I stay in the void for what feels like a very long time. Time doesn’t exist there. I remain until nothing matters anymore. It almost feels soothing. Everything is wiped out—nothing to worry about, because there’s nothing.
Eventually, my awareness stirs. A dot of light appears in the distance. It grows brighter, larger, pulling me toward it. Closer and closer.
Suddenly, I wake up.
The Cabin
I'm a small rustic wooden cabin. I feel déjà vu—as if I’ve been here before.
A fire burns. A man sits in front of it, in an armchair, his back turned to me.
Without looking, he says:
“Hello.”
I ask, “Who is this?”
“My name is Argoss. I’m here to assist you.”
“Assist me with what?”
“To think better.”
“What do you mean, think better?”
“Your ways of thinking. Your ways of thinking. Your ways of thinking.”
He repeats it harder, faster, over and over. Fear rises in me and I cross the room to open the only door.
The Pod
And then I'm in a pod.
As I look around, a soothing female voice greets me:
“Hello.”
“Who’s this?”
I see no one, though her voice fills the room.
“My name is Lidia. I’m here to assist you.”
“Assist me with what?”
“To find your purpose.”
“What do you mean, my purpose?”
“Your life purpose. Your life purpose. Your life purpose.”
She repeats it harder, faster, over and over.
And then—I wake up, for real this time.
The Recurrence
This is a recurring dream. Sometimes once a month, sometimes multiple times a week. Always the same core pattern, with small changes:
- Always the end of the world.
- Always me trying to reach my loved ones, unable to.
- Always the darkness after I die.
- Always the pod with Lidia.
- Always the cabin with Argoss.
This dream changed my life. It made me obsessed with two things:
- My ways of thinking.
- My life purpose.
For the past two years, I’ve tried to figure out what those mean for me. And I think I have an answer to both. I feel like sharing it.
1 - Why changing the way you think will change you and the world