Last night I had a dream about a crazy homeless guy in a park. Well, I can’t be sure he was homeless (since he only existed in my mind) but he was definitely crazy. He was shouting at people. He asked for their business cards and invited them to a networking event.

I heard him before I saw him. When he came around the corner, he was latched onto three people who were running to get away from him. But he kept up the pace, literally holding onto one of them, trying to start a relationship of some sort.

He was reasonably well dressed. Most homeless crazies wear dirty old clothes and smell like alcohol and urine. This guy was wearing a tie and blazer. He looked just like any respectable salesman would. It’s just that he had gone nuts.

Let’s call him Willy, after Willy Loman in “Death of a Salesman.”

When Willy saw me, he maintained his grip on the other people, and also held out his free hand to connect with me. I felt sorry for the trio of runners, so I grabbed him and released his prospects from the Willy Loman death grip.

Once I had Willy in my arms, he directed his pitch at me, talking about how he could help me, and about the next great seminar coming up in a couple weeks that would completely shift my paradigm. He asked for my card and promised to call.

I didn’t give him my card. I felt really sorry for him. I held him in my arms to try and ground him. He was shaking pretty bad. He couldn’t stand up any more. He needed lots of medication and a big hug. I headed for the nearest medical clinic to get this guy the help he needed.

You’re probably asking why I’m wasting your valuable time talking about a freaky dream. I’d like to assure you (in my best Willy Loman voice) that this is going somewhere. (And I’d also like to assure you that I have nothing against marketers in general, or with people that ask for my card.)

When I woke up, I realized: That Guy wasn’t out there somewhere – he was in my head. And the message was clear: Just Relax.

We all have our frustrations and moments of desperation, when it seems like we are working so very hard and not getting anywhere, and the bills are due and the cheques haven’t arrived and the baby won’t stop screaming and the boss is being a jerk and clients are asking for too much too soon and the Law of Attraction just seems to be attracting more and more crazies instead of what we really want.

And then, if we aren’t careful, desperation leaks out and poisons our relationships. We may think we are acting very calm, but the fear still leaks out. It comes out subconsciously, so people around us don’t even know why they need to avoid us or not return our calls; they just know that they feel uncomfortable with our energy.

I touched on this a little bit in my post called Attracting what you want (by not wanting it). When we get all crazy about something, our mania actually drives the object of our desires away from us. Customers need to get away from a pushy salesman. Women need to get away from that sleezy guy at the bar. I need an escape hatch when a stranger brings up a network marketing “opportunity” that I “simply can’t miss.”

Desperation separates us from each other, and pollutes our intentions. Faith connects us and inspires everyone around us.

So, just relax. (Easier said than done, I know, but the alternative is insanity.)

Let life be what it is. Love peacefully. Have faith. It will be okay.