I was walking down a long, dark road at night, and there was only one house.

A Caucasian guy was outside, and he greeted me.

I walked past his home and stopped.

I was trying to gauge my surroundings and where I was.

I decided to go back the way that I had come and made my way past the house.

The guy was still outside, and some of his friends had joined him.

I had my phone and decided to use the flashlight on it.

As I walked, I grew afraid.

There was a field of wheat or corn on each side of me.

I thought that a lion or something might be waiting to get me.

I peered down the road, and there was a tall, dark figure waving frantically at me.

I took off running back to the house with the guy and his friends.

The dark figure gave chase.

I was almost back to the house when I turned slightly to see where the figure was.

He was right behind me, a few feet off.

I sped up and ran to the porch.

The guy and his friends were watching the whole thing.

I sat down on the porch and covered my face.

I peeked between my fingers and saw that the dark figure had run right past the group and disappeared.

The guy helped me to my feet, and he announced that everyone should go inside.

I peeked into the home, and when I tried to enter, the guy’s arm blocked my way.

“Oh, makes sense. He doesn’t know me like that.” I thought.

“I’ll wait out here until the sun comes up,” I stated as he let everyone else in.

“We’ll wait out here.” He replied, producing a blanket and offering me a seat on the outside couch.

END DREAM

I woke up, did a few things, and went back to sleep.

I was outside, and there were many people out and about.

Boss Dada was there, and the people were there for him.

FANS!

We waited, and a young dark-skinned female started a conversation with me.

I moved away from her and walked around.

Boss Dada’s wife was there with the crowd, also.

We waited, and then everyone’s attention was drawn to him—Boss Dada

He started to walk in our direction.

A loud cheer and murmur came from the crowd, which stopped him.

I watched the Boss Dada as he was just standing there, looking into the crowd.

I don’t know what or who he was looking at, but it was in our direction—His wife and I

She was behind me.

“He’s not coming over here because of me.” I thought.

And as soon as I thought it, I heard “Don’t make this about you.”

The young dark-skinned female who had sparked a conversation with me had moved over to Boss Dada’s side.

He said something to her, and she responded as she also looked in our direction.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

I asked my spirits once again to bring him into my dreams, and they did.

These are messages because they’re recurring dreams.

I guess the Boss Dada isn’t coming my way, or not making a move has nothing to do with me.

Then why is he not making a move towards me?

Work?

Business?

Blackface?

Wife???

That doesn’t make sense.

If a man wants you, he’s going to get you.

Nothing will stop him; he’ll make it happen.

I’ve asked my spirits before about why the Boss Dada isn’t making a move.

I didn’t get an answer.

Or did I?

“Don’t make this about you.”

Oh, well…

It is what it is, y’all.

You can’t force someone to want you.

I wish that the spirits wouldn’t show me these men if they have the choice to choose.

They show you what would happen if they chose you.

They show me how amazing it would be… happiness across the board.

With Blackface, they showed me that I was in his home.

And I was trying to get something out of the cabinet, but it was too high up.

He got a cup down for me.

“Are you okay?” He asked me.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied.

He touched my stomach.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” He inquired skeptically.

I shook my head no.

Something else that I never shared in those emails is that his mother came to me in my dreams.

It was when I first came in contact with him online.

She came to me, and she wanted to know who I was.

“Who is this woman that’s messing with my son?”

“Your mother approved of me; she liked me.”—I’m glad that her son doesn’t

I wrote about what the spirits showed me of G’ No Money.

But I didn’t specifically say that it was about him.

Later on, I added that it was him in the dream.

We were at an event, and every time I tried to speak, he would tell me to be quiet.

I wasn’t supposed to share my thoughts, ideas, or opinions with the group.

—G’ No Money would be controlling

With him, I wouldn’t have a voice.

But, I would be happy with him to an extent.

His love language is money and material things.

He would shower me with them, but would I truly be happy?

Per the dream, NO!

In the dream, he was upset that he was showing me and providing me with a lifestyle that I could only dream about.

But I was not satisfied, I was not happy.

And I told him that— “This was not what I was about.”

He proposed to me in the dream.

He got down on one knee and proposed.

There was a woman who was not happy with his choice.

In the dream, he chose me!

But when it came time to make that choice, he didn’t choose me.

He chose fame and money over me.

From what I know about this man, and what I can finally accept about this man…

I’m glad that he didn’t choose me.

AND… if he decides to change his mind?

It’s going to be about money, and that’s it.

There is no love left, there will be no love.

You don’t deserve it.

NOW…

The final BOSS in this episode of “I choose them, but they don’t choose me.”

BOSS DADA

I don’t know what to make of him.

I can only accept him at face value.

He knows who I am, and I, of course, know who he is.

He has not reached out.

He has not made any intentions known.

Not a word, not a peep!

So I have to conclude that there isn’t anything there beyond a MILD interest.

I know what my spirits tell me, but I have to let these men figure it out on their own.

It’s their CHOICE to make.

They don’t have to choose you.