On our first night in Kaanapali, I stayed up late and finished Sufian’s book. I was truly astonished by the revelations presented. As I often do, I said a prayer and asked for a confirmation of truth. I rolled over on my side and fell quickly into a deep sleep and started dreaming. I rarely ever remember my dreams, but in this one I had written a book. I was preparing to give a talk at a beautiful hotel somewhere in Hawaii. The entire event was set up in a garden room with beautiful flowers and plants everywhere. Tables were set for a meal and a podium surrounded by flowers was ready for me. I was nervous about speaking and was hanging out in the catering kitchen making last minute adjustments to my notes and talking with various “dream” people that included my partner and a co-worker. The event had started and it was time for me to speak. I was introduced and stepped up to the podium. I had all my notes and excerpts from my book ready to go, but as I started the introduction I looked down and realized that I couldn’t read my notes. I squinted and struggled, but I just couldn’t make out the words. I was embarrassed and knew I had to do something. Just then a voice in my head said, “Just speak from your heart Gary.” I stepped out from behind the podium and walked in front of it. I began speaking to the audience directly from my heart. I talked about how our lives truly cannot begin until we learn to forgive ourselves and by doing so forgive others. I was speaking the words, “Unconditional love is what we all seek.” when the bedside alarm clock went off, it was 3 a.m. With a rhythmic jolt of unexpected noise, I jumped out of bed, saw the time and said, “Oh my God, the maid must have accidentally set the alarm!” My heart was pounding in my chest. Steve was up but disoriented and I quickly yanked the alarm clock plug from the wall to silence it. I took a deep breath, got back into bed and started sharing my dream in vivid detail with Steve. As I was describing it he sat up, grabbed my arm and looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Oh my God Gary, I was there. I was in the audience.” My hair stood on end and I knew without a doubt that this was my confirmation. Sufian’s book was truth. If a shared dream were not confirmation enough, then nothing would be.