I was in an apartment building looking outside of my unit’s door.

We were packing to move because I was done with the home, It wasn’t safe.

My cats kept running out the door.

And my kids had to chase them down to get them back into the apartment.

I saw a black guy escort a young Caucasian boy into his unit,

He had his arms around his shoulders and he was whispering something to him.

I went into my unit and then sometime later, I came back out of it.

I was looking down the hallway again.

And I saw the same black guy, escort another child into his unit.

This time, it was a black boy.

And he had his arms around his shoulders, whispering something to him also.

“I’m calling the police one you!” I yelled at him.

I went into my unit and told my daughter to get my phone.

I looked back out the door.

And the black guy was bringing the child back out of his apartment.

“He’s good, there’s nothing wrong with him.” He advised me.

He released the boy, and the child ran towards me.

I saw the man give chase.

And I quickly went back into my apartment to close and lock the door.

I thought about the child, and I waited inside with the door slightly ajar.

As soon as he appeared at my door, I snatched him into my apartment.

The black guy appeared at my door, as I was slamming it shut.

He banged on that door so hard, that it opened a crack.

He was trying to bust the door down!

I pulled something heavy in from of it, and it kept the door closed.

But that didn’t deter him from still banging on the door, and trying to get in.

My daughter brought the phone to me.

“Call the police!” I screamed.

The man kept on banging.

“Get my gun!” I told my son.

And that stopped him.

I peeped out of the peephole and he was gone.

I relaxed for a minute.

And then a hurried knock on the door, had me peeping out of the peephole again.

It was a military man.

He quickly knocked again, and I opened the door.

The military man came in and I quickly closed and relocked the door.

We hugged and kissed.

I was so happy to see him!

I was relieved—Someone was here to help us.

I wasn’t afraid anymore.

Then the black guy came back.

And the military man confronted him.

He had a gun with a sling, and the perp was forced to come into the unit.

It was a citizens arrest until the police came.

I tried many times to get the police on the phone but couldn’t.

I was hugging the military man and telling him that I wanted to leave.

I didn’t feel safe anymore.

He was trying to comfort and reassure me that everything was going to be okay.

As I was hugging him, he wasn’t hugging me back.

I was thinking this.

So, I stopped hugging him to see what he would do.

He hugged and kissed me.

Aw…

Since we couldn’t get the police on the phone, we decided to let the boy go home.

We waited for awhile and then released the black guy.

As soon as he left our apartment, another black guy joined him.

He asked if he was alright and they left together.

We were packed and ready to leave.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

The abduction in the dream is about my fears and being powerless in a situation.

I am in a situation where, I am being controlled and I am somewhat powerless.

And it involves a home situation.

I am trying to move but lack the funds at the moment.

I feel trapped, with the person that’s in control of my home situation being utterly despicable at times.

They know that I need them, and so they talk shit to me.

I sit there and take it because the alternative is homelessness.

It’s not like I’m living with the person for free.

No, I pay MORE than my fair share of the bills.

I’m not happy with the situation.

But, I make the most of it.

Right?

I sing, I dance, I do my ballet spins!

Lol…

A week ago, there was an incident at the home.

The boyfriend of one of the occupants living in the home went off!

He cussed everyone out.

He called the lease holder a bitch and me and my kids bastards.

No one was bothering him.

I was working and heard a commotion and arguing.

So, I went to get my cats, because I didn’t want him to get mad and stomp on my babies.

Him and his girlfriend had been arguing all day.

I don’t know this dude.

So I don’t know what he’s capable of.

He saw me and my daughter looking for the cats.

And he was like “And these bastards are here!”

Referring to me and my daughter.

Chile…

“Nope, the cats ain’t over here.” I told my daughter, as I closed the curtain.

And proceeded to look in the bathroom.

“You didn’t even ask me if they could move in!”

“You should have handled it like a man and talked to me about it!” The lease holder yelled back.

He got in her face and called her a bitch.

The girlfriend was just sitting there looking dazed and confused.

Earlier he had just put a gun to her head and cocked it—Or so I was told

The lease holder and the girlfriend yelled at him for calling us bastards.

“All y’all are fake. Both of y’all said that y’all wanted her gone.” He said, pointing at me and calling them out.

I hadn’t been here more than 3 weeks.

And mind you, this is after I’d just paid my share of the bills and rent in one lump sum.

Now they want me to leave.

Chile….

He aired everybody’s ass out!

What he said didn’t hurt me, but it was sorta alarming to hear.

I was like, Oh, damn, so I’m not crazy, I know what I know.

I had already overheard them laughing, plotting and talking shit, the day after I paid them.—girlfriend and lease holder

So, to have him admit what I already knew and to go the fuck off like a madman was poetic justice!

He was walking around with the lease holders gun.

About to shoot the girlfriend which is the lease holders daughter, with the lease holders gun.

And the gun only had two confirmed bullets.

Chile…

Lol…

This was a “Nicca Moment!”—Boondocks

I’m not talking to him.

I’m not acknowledging him.

I’m just looking for my cats.

He got on the phone in front of us and called his sisters on us!

Lol…

He was triggered by my bag.

He’s knows that I have a gun.

And if its not in the holster on my hip, it’s in my bag.

When I went to go look for my cats, I had my bag with me, and it was unzipped.

When he called his sisters, I went and quickly changed my clothing, and strapped my bag around me.

I came back out to the living room, still looking for my cats.

He kept watching me and my bag.

After everything got settled down.

The lease holder admitted that she was keeping a knife on her.

And I stated that I would be sleeping with my gun.

Everyone was shellshocked, no one understood what had happened.

An argument between his girlfriend and him had escalated into a full blown attack on the entire household.

No one said anything to him, he just attacked us.

FEELING UNSAFE IN THE DREAM

And having to move.

This has nothing to do with the boyfriend’s crazy outburst.

I just realized this as I’m writing it.

The lease holder is fucking with someone…. “let’s just say that he isn’t a law abiding citizen.”

The lease holder said that she had a dream about someone breaking in.

And I keep pulling the card for TRAP, SETUP.

I just did a personal reading and I inquired “Who’s trying to set someone setup?”

Lordt…

Whoever it is, knows that that dude (law breaker) comes over here.

We have to move, it’s not safe.

I want to move anyway after the shit show that recently happened.

But, this week I kept asking my spirits to come into my dream, to let me know if I should stay or move?

Staying is not good, but it’s more idealistic than moving at the moment.

With nothing saved, (the goal was to take as much as they could from me in bills, so that I couldn’t move)

I can rent a room from someone, but it’s hard with 3 cats.

The max, people looking to rent rooms will tolerate is 2 pets.

Or they only want to rent rooms to single occupants, or couples, not families.

So…. Here comes the MILITARY man.

He’s a representation of a man, a protector.

This protector and I will have a sexual relationship.

I left that part out of the dream.

I actually forgot about it until I got to this part.

When the Military man was holding the perp hostage, we started kissing and the kiss started to move on to something more sexual.

I had to stop him, because the perp was just sitting there watching us.

😆

That’s when we let the perp go, so that we could finish what we started.

Mr. Military man, protector… who are you?

Haven’t you kept me waiting long enough?