Dreams 1: Not a Millionaire Entrepreneur

So I’m sitting in a hotel room tonight. Fairfield Inn. It’s a lower end hotel Metro Center. A friend of mine, a family that helped me it started in parenting. There kid was playing and I have a meeting 9:30am about 10 minutes away so the hotel was 10 minutes away from the performance and it says my from my 930 this morning so I figured why go home and do that three hours of commuting or whatever it would end up being.

So I had a dream as part of a millionaire’s club millionaire entrepreneurs and I had just arrived in New York City. It was probably nine or 10pm. There two other millionaires an African American man and an older woman. They’re helping me get settled. At a hotel slash complex, they were signing me into the Wi Fi it was some special kind of Wi Fi I could have my own but the African American man was signing me in using the woman’s credentials. It was just it was just kind of this camaraderie club thing.

And the whole idea was we do things differently. You know, I could probably be it was 9pm. I will be signed in I could get to work. I’ve gotten to the city in the middle of the night, do whatever but that’s what she did because you live differently. And you work differently and you play differently and I think that is probably something that I have forgotten I’m not a millionaire obviously but I am an entrepreneur.

I have been in entrepreneurs since ever. I think got my got my start probably when I opened my toy booth and when I was 18 Got my sales tax license and sold toys and then started doing websites for a living and started working on computers for a living in the late 90s. And then in 2009 just doing it full time doing it full time in 2009 onwards.

Sneezing here and I think I’ve forgotten that to a degree you