We were at a park, Mr. C, Ryan C, myself and another woman.

We were having lunch, and Mr. C was watching me.

“Don’t get a regular woman, that’s broke.” Ryan advised Mr. C.

He rattled off a small list of “Who not to date.”

“When I put this witch pussy on him, I’ll change his mind.” I said something along the lines of that.

I even grinded my ass on his lap for emphasis.

Mr. C never said anything in the dream.

He was just watching me.

I didn’t like the way that he was looking at me.

It was with a cold detachment.

Like he was studying me and he didn’t like what he saw.

Chile…

“Fuck you.”

Ryan took me up on my offer and we started dating.

He was a gentleman, and he complimented me.

We walked to his mothers home which wasn’t far from the park.

There was a small dog in the garage.

He said the dogs name, but I forgot it.

JUMPED SCENES

I was at a laundromat, and Ryan was with me.

We were washing clothes, and I was trying to find an empty dryer.

We alerted the owner who assisted us.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

I hope that Ryan isn’t the man from my last dream with the sports car.

The reason why, is because he’s not single, from what I’ve googled.

He’s very GOOD looking!—VERY

I’ve commented this on a post or two of his.

I love his voice!

And he’s 5’11, around the same height of the guy in my last dream.

Does he like sports cars?

Who doesn’t?

He’s a libra.

Man…

Lol…

From the last dream about Mr. C, he didn’t like me.

“Nicca, you don’t know me!”

I picked that up heavily in this dream also.

But, I can give two fucks about it.

You’re tall, and I love your style concerning how you dress, and the locs.

And that’s it!

There wasn’t an ounce of interest in each other from either of us in the dream.

GREAT!

Washing clothes in the dream symbolizes a new start.

But why was Ryan washing clothes with me?

I know what it means.

I understand why my spirits are trying to match me with him.

He checks all of the boxes.

The height, I can work with.

Ryan is gorgeous, but there is only one married man that I’m interested in.

And he doesn’t seem to reciprocate those feelings.

So… “Oh well!”

On to the next!

Hello… Mr. # 9.

I played fair with all of these other athletes, and his daddy.

I let them decide and I didn’t interfere.

But, I’m not playing fair with Mr. # 9.

Like that millionaire lady said on that interview that I spoke about, “DON’T BE GOOD.”

“My wedding band says, my queen.”

Oh, okay!

So…

Since the daddy isn’t trying to get his beard wet, the prince is going to have to get his mustache wet.

“Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”

Like I said, “The prince is safe with me.”

And like I told the Voodoo lady, “I’ll be good to him.”