I woke up this morning feeling somehow weirded out and invigorated all at once. I had the weirdest dream that transcended time and space, and yet it felt strangely real somehow. I dreamed that I had Jeremy over for a Coke.

Let me first say that I really enjoy reading Jeremy Schoemaker’s blog. His business sense, opinions, and radio show are very helpful and his online personality appears to be transparent; that is, what you see online seems to be what you get in real life. He seems to be genuine in his communications and although he doesn’t explicitly reveal much of “how” he does things, he does provide helpful tips to those wanting to better their craft.

One thing that I find kind of scary is that somehow, my thoughts of online exploits have started creeping into my dream life. I don’t normally remember too many of my dreams, but this one was so vivid! It started out with me meeting Jeremy at some conference somewhere. I was my same age, but he was a lot older than me. We hit it off and were talking about his latest ventures and how I could help him to do even better. As an aside, I have been working on a project that I think could help him to squeeze more money from his blog, but that’s a different story for a different time. So, the conference was coming to an end and I feel like I still had too many questions to ask him…so I got the guts to invite him and his wife and kid to come to my house sometime. He graciously accepted my invite and they showed up a few minutes later. This is a dream, remember.

Upon arrival, I was immediately embarrassed by my tiny home. Normally, I don’t feel that my place is too small, but in this dream it really was quite inadequate. Maybe it was a representation of my level of knowledge versus Jeremy’s, or perhaps it was me feeling quite small compared to him. After all, he is a very successful webtrepreneur and I am still a newbie. He’s made millions online and I’ve made only hundreds. He has over 15,000 RSS readers and I don’t yet have 100. So, my house seemed tiny. I didn’t even have his drink of choice, which according to my dream was a Coke. I offered him a Diet Pepsi Max instead.

So after a long time of inspecting my tiny house, Jeremy sits down and lets me ask him some questions. At this point, his face was old and reminded me of a guy I used to work with. Thick white hair, ballcap, wrinkles, and yellow teeth. However, whenever he spoke, his face went back to being that of what I see on his blog. His voice and words of advice were energetic and lifted my spirits. By the time we were done talking, my house was bigger and more comfortable. And he was suddenly drinking an ice cold Coke.

We talked mostly about SEM. He gave me some tips and told me to “go big or go home”, which is a motto that I have grasped since starting my online exploits. This dream, surreal as it may have been, helped me to wake up today with several new ideas and strategies to try in the month of March. As you’ll see in my next few posts, February has broken my earnings record and my SEM campaigns with Davey Z have done well. We still have a lot to learn but thanks to Shoemoney, I feel like I’ve gained some insight overnight.