I was at a resort hotel with him.

We kept going in and out of a suite—a tall black guy and I

I was trying to get myself together image-wise.

He was busy, and I was with him.

As we were walking, we stopped, and he gave me instructions on how to handle him.

I had my arms around his waist.

And he put them around his neck.

I playfully put them around his waist again.

And he moved them back to around his neck, slightly annoyed.

Before he left, he assigned me duties concerning a group that we were putting together.

Flights were booked and then rescheduled for later in the day for the contestants.

I was tasked with overseeing a woman as she judged their talents—Singing, dancing, rapping, etc…

I was judging them also and had the final say in who would be chosen.

A male Asian competitor wasn’t selected.

He was distraught.

I didn’t see him perform.

So, I asked him to perform for me.

He danced, and it was horrendous!

I told him that there was better talent out there.

He ran away crying.

I was in the same scene, but I was a spectator.

The black guy came back, and he was looking for me.

“Where’s my partner?” He inquired.

He went to the suite.

I looked down at my clothing, as I wanted to be presentable for him.

I was a mismatched, tattered mess—all the way down to my two different kinds of shoes

I was with the contestants still.

I put my wallet down on a table.

When the woman announced that they would be leaving.

Everyone immediately came to their feet.

And I lost sight of my wallet on the table.

As they left, a path was created, and I could see that my wallet was missing.

“Give me my wallet!” I yelled after them as I followed.

A young, short, chubby dude discarded it in a trash bin.

I ran after him, and another dude of the same body type and height stopped me.

He shook his head no at me.

And interfered when the other guy tried to approach me.

“She’s gonna tell my mama.” The younger dude stated, as the other forced him away from me.

I went back to the trash bin, which was full.

I didn’t want to dig through the trash to retrieve my wallet.

I walked away and then went back to it.

The tall black guy returned.

He didn’t even glance at my clothing.

He didn’t care.

His eyes and focus was on me.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

Recurring Dream

(Shrugs)

I know what it means.

But I’m too tired even to type it.