I Had A Dream: #SteveJobs
At the risk of sounding silly… I had a dream yesterday about #SteveJobs. It felt so real that when I woke up, it took me a minute or two to realize I was home again.
It started at a meeting with my real life coworkers. When the meeting ended Steve leaned over and asked, and I quote, “Who is that asshole?”
I answered him and we exchanged some details. He then said, “Let’s take a walk.” We walked through this park and ended up in an area near a really large pond.
By this time, it was evening and the moon was just rising over the pond. There were a few stars and the moon was huge and bright reflecting on the pond in such a way that it was hard to distinguish the water from the sky.
I went to pull out my iPhone to take a picture and Steve reached across my arms pushing the camera down and said, “your camera will never capture this moment the way you see it right now.”
Steve reached across my arms pushing the camera down and said, “your camera will never capture this moment the way you see it right now.”
So we both just sat there and stared for I don’t know how long.
Eventually, he walked me through some other places and we had a great conversation about life, challenges, and meaning. It all ended in a bizzarre kind of old house or ski chalet. He stopped in a musty room where the walls were clearly weathered and stained from years of leaky roof tiles.
Along the floor were mounds of Steve’s belongings… His dishwasher, a couch, some lamps and his clothing. There were a dozen or so New Balance shoes, a number of worn and torn Levi jeans, and as I rounded the corner, laid out like stacks of rugs were his trademark black mock turtleneck shirts.
I remember reaching down and feeling the fabric of the shirt between my fingers. It was soft, smooth as you would expect Cashmere to be, but to me felt more luxurious than it should.
As I turned away he was now standing nearby. He put his arm around me, and with a tone I’ve never heard in any recording of his voice he said, “None of this has ever mattered. It’s not what I’ve done or accomplished. It’s how I got here, who got me here, and how I treated them along the way.”
“None of this has ever mattered. It’s not what I’ve done or accomplished. It’s how I got here, who got me here, and how I treated them along the way.”
I remember feeling like I didn’t quite hear him right, so I turned to him only to see tears in his eyes. He pulled me closely in a big hug and started crying.
That’s when I woke up.