DREAM # 179

I was in a house, and I was looking out of the window at the house across the street.

The owner of the house comes out, and he comes over to my house. 

He’s a dark haired caucasian man— Gorgeous as hell!

He makes sure that I’m okay, and he checks my security camera.

He never comes into the house.

We’re both smiling and are happy to see each other.

It’s a mutual love for each other that we share.

And he’s so… SWEET!

I watch him as he goes back to his home with his friends.

I want him.

I want to be more than just friends.

Inside the home is a younger guy and someone that I know personally.

I make my way over to the other person, ignoring the younger man.

We talk briefly before I make my way back over to the window.

I’m watching the guy’s home, hoping that he’ll come back over to my house.

I get a message telepathically to “stop looking out of the window, and look at what’s right in front of your face.”

“Look at what’s inside your home.”

I look over at the young man.

I had picked up on his interest earlier, but I didn’t pay him any attention because he was so… YOUNG.

He was definitely my type when it comes to Caucasian men.

His hair is shoulder-length, brown, and with loose curls.

I love my Caucasian men with RED hair and curly hair.

Whew, Chile…

END DREAM

DREAM # 180  PART 1

I was at a supermarket when a young man pulled a gun and demanded that I give him the keys to my car.

I had a gun also, but when I pulled the trigger, it wouldn’t go off. 

So I ran, with the keys!

LOL…

You ain’t getting my motherfucking car!

This is all I got!

Someone that I know personally was with me also, and they ran as soon as the guy pulled the gun.

I was yelling the person’s name and trying to catch up with them.

But that bitch literally said, “Every man for himself!”

“Fuck you, I’m out!”

She left my ass in the dust!

The guy who had tried to rob us was still chasing us.

A Hispanic guy saw the whole incident and was circling the block trying to offer us a ride.

I accepted his offer and got into his RED car.

We looked for the other woman, but she was nowhere to be found.

So, the Hispanic man took me to his home.

He introduced me to his kids.

And then quickly ushered the kids out of the room that we were in.

Then he made a sexual proposal.

“I’m not sucking your dick, but you can get some pussy.” I responded.

He accepted my offer.

END DREAM

I woke up, did a few things.

I asked my spirits who the Hispanic man was, and told them that I wanted to see him again.

I went to sleep watching a YouTube video.

PART 2

I was lying on a bed, and I awoke with a note and pills in my hands.

I was with another person whom I know personally.

The note said, “I can’t take being hurt by you.” 

Or something along those lines.

I gave the pills to the female that I was with.

She was excited and encouraged me to go back to the Hispanic man.

I was going to be her endless supply of free drugs.

I didn’t need her encouragement.

I liked him.

And I was on my way to see him.

JUMPED SCENES

I was back at the Hispanic man’s home.

When I entered the room, he was so HAPPY to see me.

He pulled me close and hugged me.

He sat down on a chair and pulled me onto his lap.

His hands were roaming all over my body.

Chile…

His mother showed up with gifts for the kids.

I was kind of nervous about her seeing me because I knew that he was married.

But, she didn’t pay me any attention.

His mother left, and we were on our way to fucking, when his wife showed up.

She wasn’t concerned about me at all.

That’s when I realized that they were married, but separated.

Don’t ask me how I knew, I just knew.

But I could tell that she still wanted him by the way that she spoke to him.

He wasn’t interested in her sexually anymore.

Somehow, the conversation included me.

“Y’all may not be together, but at least he doesn’t try to control you. Some men are like, “ I can do what I want, but you can’t fuck anybody.” I told her.

“See the good in the bad.” He added.

I looked at him for the longest time.

He said what I always say. 

“See the good in the bad.”

She got a lil sassy with me.

And I got sassy right back at her.

He had a shocked/amazed expression on his face.

And she provided a small smile as a gesture of peace.

Lol…

Yeah, I can be SPICY sometimes.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

Where do I start?

DREAM # 1

I don’t know who the men in this dream represent. 

But they represent someone in real life. 

After leaving the window the first time, I started to sing that song by Deborah Cox and RL. “We can’t be friends.”

I sang that song throughout the entire rest of the dream.

WHO ARE THESE MEN?

My daughter woke me up from the dream, and I was pissed.

It was such a lovely dream.

I could hear her from inside my dream, calling for me.

I didn’t want it to end.

I was at peace and happy with both of these men.

For weeks now, I have been channeling a song.

I sing it almost every day.

I play it nonstop in my car on repeat!

“Let me love you down.”

Now I know who it’s about.

But I don’t know who this young man is.

And when I say young, I mean YOUNG!

I’ll find out soon enough!—I guess

DREAM # 2
The Hispanic man swoops in like a superhero to save the day.

He saves me.

He protects me.

He falls in love with me.

ME: Who is he?

Voodoo Lady: He has an accent.

ME: Is he married?

Voodoo Lady: Yes.

ME: He gives me a house.

Voodoo Lady: It’s a 3-bedroom house.

ME: (Silent)

Voodoo Lady: In Haiti, we don’t judge prostitutes. Who am I to judge her? That lady is doing what she needs to do to survive.

ME: (Silent)

Voodoo Lady: You’ll be a kept woman.

ME: I don’t care, at least I’ll be protected and financially stable.

THIS IS HIM.

This is who the Voodoo lady keeps seeing me with.

He’s older than I am.

I told her that she was wrong.

The man that my spirits showed me is young, and he doesn’t have an accent.

He’s the Sagittarius, the Albino.

I leave the Hispanic man with the accent.

He knows that I’m not going to stay with him.

Hence, “I can’t take being hurt by you.” 

He tries to push me away, but I go back to him.

It’s supposed to be only a sexual relationship.

The song…. Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling in Love

Y’all…

He doesn’t marry me.

They’re separated, but he stays married to his wife.

He’s a drug dealer, too, and he can have a temper at times.

Chile…

I know how to pick ‘em.

The Voodoo lady wasn’t wrong.

I got the timeline wrong.

The Negros don’t want me, so it’s time to try something different.

We have many paths.

Sometimes we miss them.

And sometimes we just don’t want to take them.

“My King” is taking too long.

But, I don’t think that he cares anyway because he has A LOT going on.

It’s time to close these chapters.

G’ No Money’s path is already set.

And he makes fucked up decisions, so he’s his own worst enemy.

The JEW…

He isn’t worth the time nor the rootwork.

Swagalicious?

G’ No Money is his best friend.

So, he’ll go down with the ship.

That’s why my spirits said, he’s “guilty by association.”

Chile…