DREAM # 172 (Very Short)

I was in a home in the living room.

G’ No Money and K.M, aka Cat Daddy, were outside.

There was a wall, but I could see right through it.

They were sitting at a patio table having a discussion.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

I was sitting on the living room couch with a cover over me.

G’ No Money and Cat Daddy walked past me.

And G’ No Money kept direct eye contact with me until he passed.

I looked down at my body and noticed that I had the cover pulled up to my chin.

DREAM # 173

I was outside when a car pulled up.

I don’t know who was driving.

But G’ No Money was in the passenger seat, and Cat Daddy was behind him.

Swagalicious got out of the car and walked over to me.

He leaned against a column.

And in my mind, he wanted me to lean against him with my ass on him.

Swagalicious was blocking the occupants of the car’s view of me.

So I maneuvered myself so that I wasn’t directly in front of him.

My side was to him, and G’ No Money could partially see me.

“Why is G’ No Money recording us?”

“Why did you bring them with you?”

“If you had come alone, things would have been different.”

I tossed those questions at him, back to back.

Swagalicious didn’t respond.

He just kept watching me.

Neither of us said anything more.

And after a brief moment, Swagalicious turned and left.

I looked at G’ No Money, and he had his phone posted out the window at me.

I stuck my middle finger at him.

He smirked and tossed the finger right back at me.

JUMPED SCENES

I was at a bar

It was a really small bar, and the tables were outside.

I placed an order and went to the restroom.

When I came back outside, I got my drink and sat down at a table.

There were three black women who I noticed watching me.

An actor showed up.

He’s the famous Libra from my other dreams.

I got up and started packing a box with books.

The actor spoke to one of the ladies.

She was the oldest of all three.

And before he could finish his sentence, she shot him the fuck down!

“You look different, and I’m not interested.”

I was shocked!

Bitch what?

Do you know who he is?

I was trying to act like I wasn’t being nosy, and started taping the box up.

He said something in response to her.

And I added my two cents in, in his defense.

“She needs to shut the fuck up, she’s always talking.” The younger one said in reference to me.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

DREAM # 172

G’ No Money and Cat Daddy are in league together.

They showed up together in both dreams.

Recently, I said that I was team Cat Daddy against Shorty Doo Wop.

All that has to change.

Cat Daddy is team G’ No Money.

And I’m team ME.

Cat Daddy is on board and down with whatever G’ No Money has in store for me.

I’ve not spoken kindly about G’ No Money lately.

And he does not appreciate what I’ve said about him.

I cannot ignore who you are anymore.

You’ve rejected me, and that’s fine.

And you would rather lose everything than apologize to me.

That’s a BOLD ass statement.

So, to that I say…

“Let the games begin.”

—Your move.

DREAM # 173

G’ No Money’s Move—

From the dream, it looks like he plans to use Swagalicious.

In the dream, Swagalcious was blocking G’ No Money’s view of me when he was recording.

G’ No Money had recorded me walking up to Swagalicius, and I stopped in front of him.

Swagalicius was leaned back on the column.

So the video could be used to say that I was sucking his dick.

Which isn’t that bad, because who doesn’t suck dick nowadays? —Men included

CHILE…

In the dream, I immediately knew what G’ No Money’s plan was.

That’s why I questioned Swagalicious so hard.

Now I understand why my spirits don’t like Swagalicious.

In a reading that I posted, I warned Swagalicious to appease my spirits.

“They give you exactly what you ask them.”

I didn’t say it, but my spirits planned to take that little boy.

Swagalicious posted a photo of himself on a couch with a bunch of little kids with him.

The youngest one was on the couch next to him, and his back was to the camera.

THAT LITTLE BOY.

He stood out to me the most in the picture.

My spirits kept coming to me with the little boy.

They kept reminding me of him and bringing him into my thoughts.

They wanted him.

Please don’t let G’ No Money make you cry.