WARNING—Extremely long dream and message

I went to sleep and didn’t dream about anything.

I woke up and did a couple of things.

And watched a program about real bizarre murders.

As I was watching TV, I thought, “I’ve asked my spirits to bring the Boss Da Da into my dreams, and they haven’t.”

I drifted back off to sleep.

And guess who I dreamed about?—My Boss Dada!

It was extremely brief.

“Why isn’t he kissing me?” I thought, as we hugged.

When we released each other, I gave him a quick kiss.

We held hands as we walked away.

It was weird.

I was myself as we were hugging, and when I kissed him.

But when we walked away, I was a spectator—Watching us walk away together

JUMPED SCENES

RECURRING DREAM

I was at a talent recruiters camp.

There were so many people there, of all races, backgrounds, and such—Even midgets

I went to the head recruiter’s office.

As he was concluding an interview, I walked in and decided to introduce myself.

But I stopped short of making introductions when he commented about finally having some time to make an important call.

So I left his office and walked down a few hallways.

It was like walking through a tour bus. or an RV.

The beds are on both sides of the hallways.

It was like that with no curtains, and it wasn’t just a bed.

There were sections as big as office cubicles—Some had beds in them, and some didn’t

It was crowded.

I thought about going back to the head recruiter’s office to give him my resume, but decided not to.

I went out the back of the building and walked around to get to the front.

I was fixated on getting to the apartment building that I saw.

I didn’t make it to the front of the building, but I was instantly in the apartment complex.

It was a maze, and I wanted to get out of it!

I went up some steps and I was inside a woman’s apartment.

I apologized and left.

I went back outside, and I had to jump down from one part of the building to the next section of steps.

I ended up falling onto an older lady’s plastic containers.

She tried to help me put them back in order.

“How do you say your name?” She asked me.

I pronounced it for her and continued to assist her with the containers.

“It’s _________.” I heard my voice and my name being replayed.

I looked around, and a black woman was standing a few feet away from us.

She was bent to the side slightly, and she had a recorder halfway outside of her pocket.

She replayed my voice and name again.

I immediately left to go find my apartment.—I needed to get to my gun, I was in danger

I never made it to the apartment.

I was at the front of a building, and an event or party was going on.

I thought that I should have balloons, and instantly I had two huge balloons in my hands.

(Shrugs)

I joined the party, which was outside.

And walked around the grounds just observing.

I saw a celebrity, “Shemar Moore.”

I watched him as he interacted with the other partiers, and then I left.

JUMPED SCENES

I was in a lady’s yard with some other people.

I asked if I could use her bathroom.

She said yes and allowed me to go into her home.

CHILE…

When I got inside, there was a bed that was up in the air.

It was like a bunk bed but with no other bed at the bottom, just an empty space.

I immediately got onto the bed, as there were four large dogs in the room.

The dogs tried to get to me, and I started screaming for the lady to come help me.

Another lady entered the home, and she tried to get the dogs to calm down and leave me alone.

But she was doing a piss poor job!

One managed to get onto the bed, and I put it in a choke hold and held on for dear life!

It calmed down and I released it back onto the floor—I dropped that motherfucker in a not so nice manner!

That’s when another dog got bold and jumped onto the bed.

And this one was more ferocious than the last.

I wrapped the sheet around its head and put it in a choke hold also.

It was snarling and growling at me!

The sheet kept coming from around its head.

I put the sheet back around its head and held on tighter.

I left the bed and took the aggressive dog with me, while still keeping it in the choke hold.

I took the dog to its owner.

But I didn’t give it to her until it passed out.

She thought that it was dead.

I removed the sheet from around its head and tapped it a few times to wake it up.

Unfortunately, it woke up.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

Boss Dada—

I’ve realized that we dream, but we’re not conscious in our dreams.

And we don’t remember the dreams, because we’re not conscious in them.

It’s not the same as I dreamed and woke up.

And I don’t remember the dream or certain parts of the dream.

No, this is different.

The Boss Dada and I were interacting in the dream before I became conscious in the dream.

—Not the same as being aware that you’re dreaming

I became conscious in the dream when we were hugging.

That’s why I can remember that part.

REFERENCE—The movie INCEPTION

The part in the movie where Leonardo DiCaprio says, “You never really remember the beginning of a dream, do you? You always wind up right in the middle of what's going on.”

I’ve had this happen before with my spiritual husband, when he wanted to personally get a message to me.

We were walking, talking, and laughing in the dream.

I became conscious right in the middle of it.

The spirits are letting me know that they are bringing the Boss Da Da to me in my dreams.

I’m not conscious in them.

I love my spirits!

The Talent Scout

I’m going to come into contact with a talent scout.

But its going to be some shady shit or a shady offer.

I left out the part in the dream where everyone was having sex or strung out on something at the camp.

Chile…

It’s a no for me!

The Black woman who was secretly recording my name and how to pronounce it.

I guess someone wants to know how to pronounce my name.

But it’s not for a good purpose.

This woman is a threat!

I immediately took it as DANGER!

“Oh, Phuck Off!”

LEAVE ME ALONE!

The rewards and gifts that the Divine and spirirts have for me has got to be out of this fucking world!

Because, motherfuckers will not leave me alone!

Everyone is trying to take me down and hurt me—Physically, mentally, and spiritually

I’m writing my story.

I’ll be seeing y’all on the “Big Screen” soon!

“Let Me Tell My Story…”

The Dogs

It’s the same message as the woman who was recording my name.

These are threats, four of them.

But only two will be bold enough to attack.

AND I’M GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT BOTH OF THEM!

So whatever they are doing or planning, physically or verbally, I’m going to beat them and come out the victor!

Thanks for the warnings, spirits!