Will the Real Brett Goldstein Please Stand Up? A Soul Story of Dreams, Synchronicity, and Awakening

There’s something wild about writing this.

For three years, I’ve danced around it. Collected dreams, synchronicities, strange

messages, fake accounts, and divine winks from the universe—all connected to Brett Goldstein.

And fear pulled me back every time I got close to writing about it.

Fear that people would think I was crazy.

That it was too “out there.”

That somehow, by speaking my truth of what this experience has meant to me, I’d be exposing too much.

But I’ve realized something…

This isn’t just a story about Brett.

This is a story about me.

About the divine breadcrumbs that showed up to guide me when I was lost.

About trusting the symbols that whispered, “There’s more for you.”

And about the moment I finally saw that what had kept me from sharing this was the same fear that had kept me imprisoned my whole life.

This blog isn’t about a celebrity. It’s about synchronicity.

It’s about standing naked in the truth.

Because when you come from disaster… you’re not the same.

You’re different.

Not crazy.

Just awakened.

This is me being real. Raw. Unapologetically present.

And this? This is just the beginning.

I am about to share a story that has continued to unfold before me in an array of uniquely magical and deeply personal ways over the past few years. It has felt like a series of moments specifically curated just for me.

One starry summer night, I went to bed and had a dream that would be the first of many dreams that would forever change the rest of my life.

“Dreams are illustrations… from the book your soul is writing about you.”-

Marsha Norman

What if the illustrations in our soul’s book feel more like an abstract painting you can’t quite decode? What if, despite your greatest efforts, you find yourself wishing for a paint-by-numbers guide instead? That was me. I had always been fascinated by the dream world. I was someone who had often experienced what some would refer to as precognitive dreams. Others may call them prophetic. Either way, they were very real for me.

At the time, I was just beginning to explore the 5D. It felt like what I imagine space camp would have felt like as a kid: exhilarating, mysterious, and full of potential. I was an eager student, completely unaware of the lessons that were about to unfold.

One Texas Summer Night

It was a balmy summer night in July, the kind where the air was thick with humidity that clung to your skin like an invisible second layer. I had finished work late and came home exhausted. After a quick shower, I threw on my pj’s and melted into my bed. Outside my bedroom window stood a magnificent, majestic tree—one that had clearly been here long before me. I always imagined the stories it held within its branches. I loved that tree. It felt like my very own Giving Tree.

A soft breeze made its way through the leaves. I could hear it sifting gently, a welcome sound in the thick Texas humidity. I opened up my window, letting the air and the rhythm of the wind settle into the room. I decided to take a seat on my windowsill, the perfect perch to take it all in.

My giant tree stood bathed in the moonlight, framed by a clear star-filled sky. It reminded me of summer nights as a teenager in California, hanging out at the Griffith Observatory, staring at the sky with my boyfriend and friends, dreaming out loud as we looked at the stars from the top of the hill. The only difference now was the heat index and the steady soundtrack of cicadas in the background.

I took a deep breath and exhaled, thinking about where the last few years had taken me. We were still in the thick of COVID. I was trying to make peace with the re-adjustment of my career. I was also learning how to be divorced.

My mind wandered to the people, places, and versions of myself I was leaving behind. Some I had chosen to release; others felt like they had been ripped away without my consent. Either way, the ache of loss was real. I felt unmoored—like the universe was shifting me into new spaces that were, for now, completely empty. I didn’t know what those spaces would eventually hold or if they’d ever be filled at all. All I knew was that I could feel the void.

Enter the 5D… Buckle Up

What happened next could be the result of a few operable theories:

1. I ate too late that night. (Always a possibility.)

2. I had just opened the door to something metaphysical and spiritual.

3. Ted Lasso left quite an imprint on me.

Looking back, I think it was a mix of all three. As I drifted off to sleep, I had no idea I was about to cross the threshold into something entirely unexpected—cue the intro scene.

I received a phone call from Trent Crimm. (If you’re unfamiliar, Trent is a character in Ted Lasso—a writer and journalist known for his blunt, no-nonsense approach.)

He had read a piece I had written and very much enjoyed it. Here’s the thing: I had only written ONE piece in real life. At the time, I was still a makeup artist, not a writer—or so I thought. But in the dream, life was moving a little differently. He wanted to meet. Talk about my work. Discuss my potential. The only problem? I had to figure out a way to fund this last-minute trip myself.

Cue: the tennis match in my head. How the hell am I supposed to make this happen? Should I even do this? Am I crazy for even considering it?

You know those moments in dreams where you feel the emotions so vividly that it’s like you’re experiencing them in real-time—even outside the dream? That is a form of lucid dreaming. I was actively feeling the anxiety and anticipation both in the dream and in the 3D.

And then, just like that, I made the decision.

FUCK IT! I will find a way.**

The next thing I knew, I was stepping off a plane, arriving at what looked like the Disney

Studios in Burbank, California—except it was in Orlando. Because, of course, it was. This is how it rolls in the dream world.

The Chase

I met up with Trent, who just so happened to be in the middle of teaching a writing seminar. He introduced himself, apologized for the chaos, and got straight to the point.

“I enjoyed your writing,” he said. “You have talent.”

But. (There’s always a but, isn’t there?)

“I’d love to read more of your work.”

The problem? I had nothing else on me that I could provide him with at that moment. He was surrounded by students swarming him with questions. The whole thing felt chaotic—like I’d just stumbled into the middle of a scene from a movie I didn’t know I was starring in.

“Meet me in a couple of hours with more pieces,” he said before getting pulled back into his seminar.

And just like that—I was off. I booked it to my hotel, running on pure adrenaline. I needed to find more of my writing pieces fast. So I did what anyone in a full-blown panic would do: I tore apart my hotel room.

(Side note: why did I think my work would be in a hotel room I hadn’t checked into yet? Dream logic.)

Drawers were flung open. Suitcases ripped apart.

Boxes—WHERE DID THESE BOXES EVEN COME FROM?!—dumped onto the floor.

Then, the dream cam pans over to what appears to be a man standing in the corner of my hotel room. This would easily freak out anyone in the real world—but not here. I turned to see who it was, but his back was to me. Which, yes, gave it a certain Blair Witch kind of vibe.

I tossed a folder here and another there. I took another glance at the stranger in my room. This time, he turned around to look at me.

There he was—standing in the corner of my dreamscape. The soul who was sent my way to change everything. The game changer standing on the corner of 3D and 5D

Brett Goldstein

I bet you’re wondering—what was Brett Goldstein doing standing in a corner in my hotel room?

And that would be a valid question. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the answer to that—nor the time to explore it. I was mid-chaos, desperately trying not to blow one of those rare opportunities you only dream about. Which, oddly enough, was exactly what I was doing.

My room was officially torn apart. I had searched everywhere except one place: underneath the bed.

Wouldn’t you know it? There were a couple of boxes stashed under there. I dropped to the floor and did an army crawl to pull them out. There they were—two treasure chests filled with all of my work. I wanted to cry. But there was no time. I’d have to revisit that moment later.

As I got up off the floor, I noticed Brett. He seemed to be doing something. He had a pen in his hand, but I couldn’t quite tell what he was doing.

I still had time to make my meeting with Trent. I quickly dusted off the dust bunnies clinging to me, did a quick, energetic shake, grabbed my things, and headed toward the door.

Just as my hand landed on the handle, I heard a deep yet calming voice with a British accent say:

“Come here and take a look at this.”

He was looking right at me, yet I still glanced around the room—because, hey, dream logic. I pointed to myself. “Me?”

He smiled.

“Yes. I want you to see something.”

Minds out of the gutter. It wasn’t that kind of dream.

I told him I had to go.

He gently urged, “Please just let me show you this.”

I hesitated. But then I made my way over.

He pulled out his hand. On it, he had drawn a heart. Inside the heart, he’d written our initials: B+F.

It looked like he had traced over it a few times. Time paused. The air felt like magic.

I stared at his hand for a moment longer, then looked up into his eyes and gave him the biggest smile. The kind that comes from the very bottom of your heart and then beams out of you.

He looked back at me and smiled too—straight into my eyes.

In the midst of chaos, uncertainty, nervousness, and the fear of the unknown… with one simple gesture, he transported me to a whole other place. A place I thought I’d forgotten. Or maybe it had forgotten me. There I was—the girl who believed in magic. Who doodled initials in notebooks and wished on stars.

And in that moment—I felt my heart beat again.

I felt it in the 3D. I felt it in the 5D.

The Real Story Begins

You know those dreams you wish you could just stay in forever? That was this dream.

As I lay in bed peacefully—blissfully unaware of the transformation my soul had just experienced in the 5D—my three-dimensional self was feeling, receiving, and physically reacting to it all. Hence the smile on my face.

The best way I can describe it?

It felt like I was living inside the Take on Me video by A-Ha.

But the universe had other plans.

Cue the squirrels.

Remember that big, beautiful tree outside my bedroom window? Well, the neighborhood squirrels used it as their personal trampoline park. Every morning, they launched themselves from its branches onto my roof. I genuinely believe they held daily competitions for the most dramatic superhero landings.

After a few hard thuds above me, I felt myself waking up.

I lay there for a few seconds, processing what I had just experienced.

And then it hit me—it had only been a dream.

I sighed, a little disappointed. But then I smiled and thought, What a fantastic dream.

I began to let my mind settle back into real-world thinking—back into logic, the routine, the expected.

I reached for my phone to check the time.

But something greater refused to let me default to that perception.

Two notifications lit up my screen like a crack in the veil:

Brett Goldstein started following you.

Brett Goldstein sent you a message.

I stared at my screen in disbelief. I brought it closer. I read it again.

Was I still dreaming? Or was I awake?

The lines between the two felt so thin; it was as if the universe had blurred them just enough to let something transcendent slip through.

It wasn’t just a dream.

It was a delivery.

A message disguised as a moment.

And deep down…

I knew it.

What happened next was the beginning of a series of unexplainable, intriguing, cosmic, and soulful events that weave together the blueprint of who I was meant to become.

To Be Continued…

Behind the Music

This piece was one of the hardest things I’ve ever written. It challenged every fear, every self-doubt, every preconceived notion I’ve ever held about myself. I almost didn’t share it.

But something greater kept nudging me forward.

Part 2 will share the moments that cracked reality open—events and synchronicities so surreal, they could only have been orchestrated by something beyond me. And yet, every one of them was placed to bring me here—to this moment—where I finally stepped beyond the fear and chose to tell my story.