Picture a secret so wild, my own family missed it—a shock, since I wasn’t hiding it on purpose. I just whispered it too soft. Recently, I was “let go” from my thirty-year career, a jolt both thrilling and terrifying. The universe jolted me awake to my lifelong dream.
My secret? I’m a dreamer—literally. If dreaming were a sport, I’d be the Aaron Judge of it! For thirty years, I’ve scribbled dreams—wild nights, lucid flights, body-free jaunts—in tattered journals, now distilled into a book. Think robot brains and cliff-soaring crystals—losing my career kicked me into overdrive to finish this treatise, set for Amazon in under two weeks.
What’s unfolded is a magical
awakening. I dusted off my YouTube ghosts, blogspot relics, retracing a double
life: 9-to-5 in business, 5-to-9 in an artist’s dream world. The revelation?
Dreams aren’t just subconscious echoes—they’re more, a truth glaring back.
Their jaws dropped when I finally
shared this openly—“Rob, this is you?” or “That scares me”—and it hit me hard.
My core—silent all along—barely flickered in passing. Like painting, I thought
my art roared volumes, but its tongue was foreign to them.
April 18, my book drops—a dream itself. I crave dreamers who’ll catch this spark, unveiling a revelation wilder than Freud’s or Jung’s take on dreams. This silent secret is soon to be in the world. I discovered how dreams unlock the human mind and explain its dance with the world.
While waiting, contemplate these works from my dreams:
https://www.contrado.com/stores/robert-girandola-studio
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