Have You Ever Seen A Dream Walking?

Because I think I just did — and she was holding a Brett Goldstein t-shirt.

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I haven’t just done therapy — I’ve also worked with a spiritual counselor, a coach, and even a shaman over the past few years. I believe in feeding the mind, body, and soul. I’ve always said healing is like peeling an onion… and I’m still not done crying.

About a year ago, I had a reading done. I was really curious about these dreams I kept having — the ones featuring Brett Goldstein.

Yeah. That Brett Goldstein.

It was starting to feel a little ridiculous. So I asked her, “What is this all about?”

She offered several possibilities, but then she paused and told me this:

You’re going to meet this person beyond the dream realm.

She said it would happen after I launched something significant in my career.

I keep hearing podcast, she added.

“I don’t have a podcast,” I told her. “Nor do I have any plans to start one.”

And at the time, I meant it.

Then, as it often does, life happened.

I pretty much forgot what she’d said… until I didn’t.

One day, I felt a tug — a quiet but clear nudge to expand the conversations I was having through my writing.

So I leaned in.

And wouldn’t you know it? A podcast was born.

Fast forward to three weeks ago. On a Friday afternoon, after months of planning, learning, fighting tech demons, and probably aging myself 10 years in the process, I finally hit the magic publish button on my very first episode.

Twenty minutes later — twenty — I opened Instagram to post a reel about it.

And that’s when it happened.

The next breadcrumb in what has become the never-ending Brett Goldstein Saga.

Right there at the top of my feed — a post from ATX TV Festival.

And no, I had no idea what that was either.

According to their bio, it’s:

A celebration of TV’s past, present, and future through screenings, conversations, and events.

This event just happens to take place in Austin, Texas.

The post in front of me was big and bright, announcing a panel titled "Bill Lawrence and Friends."

On that panel?

Bill Lawrence. Zach Braff.

And — you guessed it — Brett Goldstein.

A writer’s panel. A full-circle moment.

And then I remembered what my spiritual coach said to me a year ago.

"After you launch your podcast… you’ll meet him in the real world."

And there I was. Sitting in Dallas, staring at my phone, whispering out loud:

"There is no way. This cannot actually be happening."

I’d like you to keep in mind — I do not follow the ATX page.

This didn’t show up because I was searching or manifesting.

It just… appeared.

Like the algorithm caught a divine wind.

That’s when the spiral started:

Do I go?

Do I put aside all logic and follow the yellow brick road?

Have I lost my mind? Is this what faith looks like? Is this what insanity feels like? Who would I even go with?

What does one wear to a cosmic event?!

These were just a few of the questions that sprinted through my brain in under sixty seconds.

This was too much for me to keep to myself.

So I did what felt natural and logical in the moment.

I texted Dee.

Dee is my person. She knows all the ins and outs of me. We keep it real with each other, always with love.

She’s witnessed my Brett journey since the beginning. Always the loving friend, listening to the bizarre stories with a smile and an openness to whatever lies beyond comprehension.

She’s a person of faith.

I just happened to push the envelope on this one.

I told her about launching the podcast. She was thrilled.

Then I told her about ATX — and that I do believe I’ll be going.

But I’d prefer to have someone be the Thelma to my Louise.

She was hesitant.

But she agreed to sign on to the adventure.

Yesterday afternoon, we talked.

About Austin. About dreams. About crossroads.

We talked about how life sometimes dares you to keep believing, especially when your dreams start to look like they’ll never fully arrive.

Do you trade them in for something more reasonable?

Do you let them go and pick something that looks better on paper?

Something easier for other people to digest?

I told her,

"Hell no! We are not doing that anymore."

I said, “I don’t know what’s waiting for us in Austin, but I know we’re supposed to be there.”

(Which, by the way, was confirmed by my spiritual coach. )

I told her maybe we’ve been through enough shit — and now it’s finally our time.

I knew she heard me.

But I could still feel the hesitation in her energy.

That night, I got a text from her:

"I got something for you. The universe put it right in my path. lol

I’ll send you a pic in a little while."

I replied:

"Ooooh… I’m intrigued."

And then she sent the photo.

I asked her,

"Where did you get that?"

She said:

"When I was thrifting. It was just sitting there at the end of an aisle, waiting for me to get it for you. I’ve literally NEVER seen a t-shirt with him on it.

She lives in Houston.

She was out thrifting with her mom at some random store.

Something in her shifted.

The doubt evaporated.

She was fully in.

I texted her:

"I told you. This is what I’ve been saying for three years. Do you get it now?"

She got it.

This weekend, we’re off to Austin.

I have no idea what’s waiting for us there.

And honestly? I don’t need to.

Because I trust this story — this beautifully wild, absolutely bizarre, divinely orchestrated story that the universe is writing through me.

I believe in magic.

Not the glittery, performative kind — the kind born from ashes.

From heartbreak, confusion, and loss.

The kind of magic that rises when everything you once knew burns to the ground… and all that’s left is faith.

Faith in your becoming.

Faith in the process.

Faith that the dreams you’ve whispered in the dark can still find their way home.

I don’t know if Austin is where the dream realm and this world collide.

I don’t know if I’m meant to meet Brett Goldstein.

I don’t even know if the dreams were really about him…

Or if he simply represents something far greater.

All I know is this:

If I’m given the opportunity to say thank you —

to the person, the symbol, the force that helped guide me back to my purpose —

I will.

And as for everything else?

I am open.

To every single thing, I have aligned myself with in this moment.

And it is nothing but the good stuff.