The Power of Daydreaming
My teen years were particularly difficult years, and had it not been for my natural ability to seek refuge inside my mind, things would have got even uglier. Luckily, I had my bedroom (my haven) where I was usually left alone with my stereo and loud music Id just sit in the bedroom and simply dream. Most of the time, Id get lost in my reveries to the sound of my favourite rock band.
The music itself raised my energy, even though the law of attraction was completely unknown to me back then. This was, very simply, my own method for escaping reality. My daydreaming involved being at a concert with my favourite band and seeing the concert from the stage itself. Somehow that idea attracted me very much.
I estimate that this dream went on for years. It was easy. The music was playing; all I had to do was close my eyes and live it all in my head. I could, of course, hear it, and then I just had to use my imagination to visualize and feel the feeling of being there living it.
Eventually, my band announced their world tour was stopping in my country. I estimate perhaps a period of 2-4 years between that happening and all the dreaming. But the real big surprise wasnt the fact that they were playing in my country. That had happened before; its part of their business. The REAL surprise came when a national radio made known that there would be a competition where the winners would go on stage with the band. I cannot even begin to explain how I felt, how I froze and pinched myself at least a dozen times.
It is important to note that Id never heard of a band giving the fans the opportunity to go on stage (not saying it never happened, it was and still is unknown to me if this has indeed occurred before in music).
What crossed my mind straight away was, I am going to win this. Ive been dreaming about this for too long to let it escape. More than the words, I remember the conviction.
The competition was tough. I took all the action I could. In the end, the action plus a lot of synchronicity led me to the prize. Well, in fact, I won the competition twice: in a newspaper (my article came out on the day of the concert, together with a big report on the band), and then on the radio. It is important to note that it was a friend of mine who learned about the competition in the newspaper less than 24 hours before it finished and told me about it. I had to spend the whole night up, conjuring the best possible piece of writing.
With the radio competition, the challenge was to listen and make note of the title and the time a particular song by this band was played on the radio. There would be 12 per day, from 2am until 8pm (I set up a group of people to help out on night shifts). One day I had all 12 songs down so I went out with my dad to the garage to have the car repaired (I wouldnt have gone had I not had all my songs down, ready to try my luck and ring the radio at 8pm and luckily be the first one to give the full accurate list).
When we got to the garage a song by this band comes on. I was intrigued but made a note of it. 13 songs that day? Weird. As it turned out, the 12th song I had down was a song that was part of the lead singers solo album and therefore it did not count as belonging to the band. That night I got through to the radio a good half an hour after they announced that the lines were open, and was about to give up when they answered my call.
They were losing hope that anyone got the list right because of the confusion generated by the song that did not count as being the bands, and I was the only one who got it. Everyone else stopped paying attention after they listened what they thought was the last song on the list, that is, the 12th and last song being played. So had I, but I was in the right place at the right time and more importantly, that garage had their radio tuned to the radio I needed!
Of course, my 2nd backstage pass went to a friend whod helped me out on the night shifts.
On the day of the concert I was feeling excited but quite simply concert excited (not backstage excited). I did not want to have any expectations about my being on stage. Part of the dream was shaking hands with the band and interacting with them. I didnt dare dreaming this much would happen. Id be happy just being there on stage like in my dream, everything else would be a bonus.
Needless to say, especially to all of you who read and watched The Secret, that it all went exactly like in my visualizations. The band acknowledged my presence (or at least the two I considered my favourites and probably the only ones I had interacted with in my dream); we shook hands and had a fantastic time. The feeling was so awesome, so powerful, that to this day just thinking of it I get goose pimples and almost have trouble believing it myself that it all happened how Id dreamed.
I wasnt there for the whole concert. The prize entitled us to 3 songs on stage, about half an hour, but like Jack Canfield says about the cheque that was just under the amount he had asked for, Do you think I was disappointed and thought this stuff doesnt work? No way. To this day the whole event still has an enormous meaning. Even more so that now I understand how it all worked out the way it did. When the lead singer came to shake my hand and gave me this big smile, that was the best moment in my life, not because I was there face to face with my favourite rock star, but because in that moment something inside me told me, Now you know everything you put your mind to will come true.
Another thing Id like to mention is that before the competition was announced and I was just in the visualization stages, one night I dreamed (really dreamed, as in asleep, this particular time) that I was at one of their concerts, standing at the very back. Suddenly people begin to leave and I get to the very front by the stage. I remember thinking, within the dream, There must be only about 100 people here now. Then the lead singer came over and shook my hand. I woke up and had a feeling as if my hand had been touched. This dream happened 12 years ago.
100 people won the opportunity to go on stage.