I was in a school in a classroom.

G’ No Money came into the room and then again, he didn’t come into the room.

I don’t know how to describe it.

I could see him.

But it was like a voice-over.

“They’re talking about you.” He said with a smile.

And then he disappeared.

The instructor was a Caucasian female.

She was on a computer.

There was a bed in the classroom, and I went and sat on it.

She turned to me and said, “They’re talking about you.”

“They’re talking about you in a private chat.”

“It’s called McCaf.” She added.

I wrote it down as Metcalf and then rewrote it as McCap.

I don’t know how it should have been spelled.

I got under the covers in the bed.

And there was a Caucasian guy in bed with me.

We were flirting and playing around in the bed when I noticed that I was naked.

He kept touching my body—My thighs, butt, and his hands kept moving closer to my pussy.

I mentally willed him to keep going as I was getting turned on.

He stopped and said something to the lady at the computer.

I got out of bed and I had on clothes.

A skintight short sleeveless dress, and a curly lace front wig.

The hair was cute as hell.

I left the room and went outside.

But quickly came back in when I saw a group of men outside.

They weren’t paying me any attention but I felt uneasy.

I literally ran back to the classroom.

A small red-haired child with dingy clothing was standing in a corner.

Her hair was wild and hanging in her face like that woman in the movie “The Grudge.”

She gave chase and I ran from her.

She was chasing me all over that classroom.

I got tired of running and turned the tables on that ass.

She had chased me behind an office chair.

So I grabbed the chair and started to run her ass over like a lawn mower.

She ran and I ended up running over her hair.

It got caught in the wheels of the chair.

She had no choice but to give up.

She couldn’t go anywhere no way without pulling her hair out.

I untangled her hair and noticed that she didn’t look so scary anymore.

She was just a little girl.

She disappeared and I went to a mirror to see what damage had been done to my appearance.

A piece of my wig was hanging down in the back.

I tried to fix it but ended up pulling it out.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I tried to fix my hair.

A few females walked by, looked at me, and laughed as they passed by.

Another group of women walked by me with a gay black dude.

He paused and was like, “Uh Uh…”

“What? You can tell that a piece is missing?” I asked.

He left without responding.

Again, a 3rd group passed by me while I was in the mirror.

“I do hair, so I can help you.” A young black girl told me.

“Okay thank you,” I replied.

“I like to help people in the fast-food industry.” She said as she left.

I walked away thinking that I don’t work in the fast-food industry.

(Shrugs)

END DREAM—Recurring

MESSAGE

Chile…

I guess people are talking about me in private chats or a private chat.

G’ No Money may be a part of it, as he knew about it.

The Oracle card keeps coming up “They’re having conversations about you.”

The child chasing me represents me running away from a problem.

—My Ex, he’s immature, a man-child, and mentally unstable

I stopped running and confronted him (The child)

I fought back.

I may run from him but eventually, I’m going to have to face him.

He looked scary.

But once I fought back and won, he didn’t look so scary.

I realized that the monster was just a child.

The females and gay man in the dream represent people talking about me and attacking my appearance.

I wasn’t hurt by them laughing, I genuinely wanted help.

Lol…

OMG, people… they keep trying to hurt me.

BUT…

“They can’t break my spirit!”