I was in a house viewing it with a realtor.

The owner was still working on it, remodeling it.
We walked into the living room and there was a cat and a large black rat.
The rat ran at me and I was hopping around trying to get away from it.

I fell onto the ground and I could feel it hanging onto my pants leg.

I was screaming for the realtor to get it off of me.
She was just looking at me and shaking her head.
I picked up from her that she thought that I was being dramatic.

JUMPED SCENES

I was at a outdoor market, with a young spanish girl.

This was my child.

I was holding her hand as we walked.

An Arabic lady offered a play date, and I kept walking.

She commented about me walking away and not responding.

I stopped, acknowledged her offer and left with my daughter.

END DREAM —Recurring Dream

MESSAGE


The black rat is a threat, and represents lying and deceit.

Too much is going on with dishonesty, plotting, and doing stupid shit.

The boyfriend hates me, and I’ve only said 2 words to him.

“Hi.” When we first met.

And after he went psychopath on everyone.

“Sorry.” In passing, as I thought that me and my children were making too much noise.

I'm leaving my current living situation.

I really don't know where Im going.

I just have to leave.

I've asked my spirits to guide me.

Where do I go?

In the dream, the realtor told me the city that the house was in.

I will definitely be looking into it.

I was just inquiring about a house that I saw for rent.

It’s in a city close to the city that the realtor said.

And in the dream, I mentioned the city that I was checking out a house in yesterday.

I thought that it was the same house.

Y'all...
I ask and my spirits tell me!
"Should I DM Mr. Aquarius?"
Lol...
Thats my next question to my spirits.

They said that someone is waiting for me to reach out.
I thought that they meant my Boss Dada.
“I didn’t get a response.”
(Shrugs)

I left it alone!

If he wants it, he knows how to find me.
I don't want another "Black Face" or "Cancer" situation.
"She’s stalking me!"
Chile...

The little girl, she was my child.

Although, she didn’t look like she was biracial.

She was my daughter.

I know what this means.

And I’m choosing to keep it to myself.