Mr. C, is now known as MISTER.

I was in a building.

And I went into a room that he was in and sat down on the floor.

There were other people in the room.

And he joined me and a few others as we shared a bag of Tostitos chips.

“Are you sure that these aren’t my chips,” He inquired as he handed the bag back to me.

“No, these are mine,” I replied.

I took a few and gave him the rest.

He finished the bag and we all got up.

I made a pallet on the floor, and laid down.

My head was hurting from the twists or braids that I had.

Mister left the room, but I could hear him talking.

He was talking shit about someone.

Then I heard him mention that someone was lying about their head hurting.

“I know this motherfucker, ain’t!” I thought.

A woman came back into the room.

“He’s talking about you,” She told me.

I got my happy ass up and joined him in the room that he was in.

I snappishly told him what it is, and what it ain’t is!”

He didn’t respond.

Mister just gave me a long DISGUSTED look.

CHILE…

I left the room.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

This dream had more to it.

But I’m only mentioning this part, because of MISTER.

I cannot for the life of me understand why he was being so nice at the beginning of the dream.

Then he was so upset with me.

Sharing food in a dream is a need or want for emotional nourishment.

It also means that there are underlying or hidden affections for the person in the dream.

It’s a desire for a romantic connection.

I have been watching his channel and posts lately.

And I expressed an appreciation for his height and build.

He’s very attractive.

But that’s it.

I’m not lusting after him or anything like that.

So, Mister being disgusted with me means…

It’s a reflection of my own feelings.

That Mister doesn’t like me.

I’m not his type.

I’m not pretty enough.

Or in his own words…. FINE enough.

BUT….

Because this is a recurring dream, it may well be that those are his feelings.

Blackface ran around making sure that anyone that I dreamed about knew who I was.

He turned them off from me.

I GUARANTEE that he said something to Mister.

But that’s okay, because what’s for me, is for a me.

Sometimes, “Rejection is Protection.”