You would think after so many years that the Dream Killers would still not impact you so powerfully.
The Dream Killers - those about us who somehow manage to find a way to poke holes in expressed hopes and dreams, who quietly - or loudly - deflate things which are presented to them. The people who, as Jeffrey Gitomer says, "Rain on your parade because they do not have a parade of their own."
Present them with a financial dream and they will find reasons that it can never come to pass. Present them with a personal dream and they will suggest that best it will not make a difference at all, at worst it is unachievable. Tell them a spiritual dream and you will probably get an okay, as long it is remains practical and does not interfere with getting on with life.
Maybe there are people out there that are strong enough that such things do not bother them. I am not one of those people: I can always feel the moment when my spirit sinks - instantly - when the response comes. "Deflates" was not just an invented word; it is the real feeling in my soul one moment after the words are said. I can literally feel the hole opened up and the dream quietly escaping.
It is hard to come back from such moments. Every attempt to rebuild the shattered core collapses back down, like a sand castle after the waves have soaked the sand. The lowered level of expectations creep in: the "Well, I could not have anyway" and "What was I thinking" and "I suppose I should be practical". And there is a low numbness that spreads throughout my spirit, a clinging miasma that dampens even the thought of thinking a more uplifting thought?
Oddly enough, the one reaction that is normal from such an encounter - an increased silence and closing up - is the most unexpected response of all to the Dream Killer. It is as if they have no idea what they have done and are genuinely surprised that their comments - which I imagine are meant as practical advice - have instead deeply cut and wounded.
The reaction - again, probably unexpected -is that the dreams and the Dreamers simply go underground in their souls. Hidden behind many quiet and careful facades - perhaps more than we could expect - are the passionate hearts of those who have learned through the painful coin of experience that dreams are actually not simply to be shared en masse with every person one meets.
Not everyone, it turns out, is a Dreamer.