I was in a house with many people, my Boss Dada included.

There were two women who didn’t like me. And I ended up getting into a fight with both or them.

One woman had three papers in her hands, and she started to read them.

They were love letters.

I snatched the papers from her, and started to read them.

Dear, Marshaun” (Or some name with the letter M in it.)

“Marshaun… Marshaun…?” I repeated confused as to why it said that name.

In my mind, the letters were to my Boss Dada.

“Let me see them.” Boss Dada stated as he joined me.

I handed him the papers, and then immediately snatched them back from him.

I needed to see them before he read them.

But as I read them, the information started to blur.

So I gave them back to the Boss Dada.

He read them.

And I was so furious, that I attacked the woman who had the letters.

We got into a fight and I got the best of her.

Boss Dada ended up pulling me off of her and helped her to her feet.

I should have known then how this was going to turn out.

“Let me take you out on a date.” He told her.

She started screaming in celebration.

“Be ready at nine.” He added.

The woman and the other woman who was with her, burst out laughing in my face.

She ran off to get ready and Boss Dada left to use the bathroom.

I was left standing there HUMILIATED and confused.

There was another woman there who was on my side. (She was supposed to be a friend)

“I guess… he’s not interested in me.” I stated, still confused.

“That was crazy.” The woman replied as her voice cracked from trying not to laugh also.

I went to my room and closed the door.

I got on my computer and started to write about what happened.

I made a mental note to remove everything about the Boss Dada from my website.

It was dark in the room, so I tried to turn on the light.

But it wouldn’t work, so I left out the room and joined the others.

The woman had come back and she was waiting on the Boss Dada.

One look at me and she knew that she had fucked up.

She wasn’t laughing anymore.

She started to explain herself, but it came out as incoherent babble.

I didn’t say anything.

I took one finger and touched her face.

A small dark brown circle appeared where I had touched her.

Then it slowly blended with her skin and disappeared.

I had marked her.

Boss Dada came out of the bathroom and joined the group.

He started to talk about his wife.

And how he doesn’t get to see her do her hair, or get dressed often enough.

I went back to my room to shut him out.

I didn’t want to see him or hear him.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

I asked my spirits to bring the Boss Dada into my dreams.

I missed seeing him.

But they brought Swagalicious instead.

So I asked again, and he showed up.

Just not in the way that I expected him to.

I was the victim and I was defending myself.

He didn’t like that I was fighting (defending myself?)

It didn’t make sense.

The love letters weren’t to my Boss Dada.

They were to another man.

Boss Dada was angry with me.

But you could never tell from his outward appearance.

His actions are telling.

In another dream of mine, he was angry that I was flirting with other men.

I can’t talk about other men?

I’m single.

No one has made their intentions known.

I’m not getting dicked down, and I’m more than READY.

So…

Until intentions are made known, I’m going to continue to lust after and talk about other men.

That woman that called herself exposing something…

“Molly… you in danger girl!”

This woman is marked.

She’d going to get spiritually hit.

“Any and all interference in this connection will be dealt with spiritually.”

WAIT A MINUTE!

That’s not his wife is it?

That can’t be his wife.

She shows up as herself in my dreams.

But, people can show up as someone else in dreams.

Like Blackface, he showed up as a tall man with a slender face with locs.

He didn’t even look like himself.

Boss Dada talked about his wife.

Saying that he didn’t get to see her do her hair or get dressed often.

And he was referencing that woman that I had fought.

WELP…

Chile…

I’ll have to do a reading for clarification.