I was in a mobile home with my family.

We were cooking and I noticed that the kitchen and living room floor had a huge black stain on it.

I wanted to clean it up, but didn’t.

I looked for a mop and found two of them, but I didn’t touch them.

JUMPED SCENES

I was at an event, and MR. CW was there.

I was going to the main room, when a black guy of average height passed by me on the stairs.

He had on a RED sweater and he looked directly at me.

I noticed the gun hidden underneath the sweater.

He saw me looking at it and he quickly pulled the sweater back over the gun.

I entered the main room, where Mr. CW was on a small stage talking to a group of people.

Music was playing and the occupants were dancing and drinking as if we were at a club.

I left back out of the room, and made my way through the hallway.

AGAIN, the guy in the RED sweater passed by me.

And I noticed the gun AGAIN.

He did the same thing, quickly covering the gun with his sweater.

For some reason, I was concerned about Mr. CW

And I wondered if I should alert him about the guy with the gun.

I thought about calling him, but realized that I didn’t have his phone number.

I disregarded the thought that he was the target.

JUMPED SCENES

I was back at the mobile home.

The stain was still on the floor, so I decided to clean it up.

I chose the electronic mop.

I don’t know what it’s called , but it squirts the water and solution on the floor.

I cleaned it up.

JUMPED SCENES

I was back at the event with Mr. CW.

He was finishing up his speech.

“Bye, Mr. CW!” I called out to him as he was making his way out of the almost empty room.

He was talking with a man as he walked away.

And he didn’t acknowledge that he had heard me call out to him.

I left the event and was trying to find a gas station.

I was with my children and some white girls.

I don’t know who these bitches were.

We found a gas station in Dillon, SC.

Or It could have been Dillard, GA.

But, when I awoke from the dream, I remembered DILLON, SC.

I was trying to find a gas station that wasn’t RACIST— Meaning that I wasn’t trying to find a mom and pop joint.

Coincidentally we ended up at a mom and pop gas station.

“This is the only stop that we’re going to make for at least 3 hours of the 6 hour drive.” I warned them.

We were headed to North Carolina.

The white girls went in a came right back out.

“Yeah, it’s racist.” They mumbled as they made their way past me to the car.

They didn’t buy anything.

END DREAM—Recurring

MESSAGE

Black stains on the kitchen and living room floors— An unresolved issue(s) within my family dynamic, which will stay unresolved

I ain’t cleaning up shit!

Mr. CW…

I was genuinely concerned for the safety of Mr. CW regarding the guy in the RED sweater.

I saw him twice, under the same circumstances—The gun, the stairs, and the hallway

And the RED sweater stood out the most to me.

He was dark skinned, average height, between 5’7 - 5’9, low cut, athletic build, and broad shouldered.

There wasn’t an attempt to hurt Mr. CW, IN THE DREAM.

So the guy may have just had the gun at the event. (Or will have)

I don’t know…

I can’t seem to get him out of my head.

There’s something wrong with that guy.

I kept seeing him with the gun.

If you’re reading this, YOU need to be careful!

You might want to hire security.

Keep thinking that you’re untouchable!

*On another note…

I dreamed about my Boss Dada this past week but didn’t write about it.

He came in at the end of the dream.

A lady had given me a shirt to wear.

It was frumpy and the buttons were hanging off of it.

My Boss Dada tried to fix it, and I swatted his hand away.

“I’ll get her to fix it.” I told him.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

A shirt is your public reputation, or image.

My reputation is in tatters and hanging by a thread.

My Boss Dada is trying to fix or repair it.

Thank you! ❤️