It was dark out and my ex pulls up to a house in a wooded area.

He has a map that he’s looking at.

He approaches the house and the owner comes rushing out the front door.

It’s a Caucasian police officer.

“You’re trespassing!” He yells repeatedly.

My ex is immediately apprehended and handcuffed.

He didn’t even get a chance to explain himself.

A black officer shows up, and he’s trying to talk the other officer out of arresting my ex.

I look back at the white officer and my ex.

My ex is no longer in his regular clothes.

He has on a ladies pink jumpsuit and the white officer has picked him up.

“SHE’s going to jail.” He says of my ex.

SHE?

JUMPED SCENES

I’m at a bar or some type of restaurant watching the news.

They’re talking about my ex.

HELP flashes on the screen with the number 6.

A phone number scrolls across the screen, and I try to quickly type it into my phone.

But it’s moving too fast.

My ex needs help!

I’m frantic and hope that the number comes across the screen again.

The black officer appears next to me.

He’s trying to explain what happened to my ex.

He tells me that my ex is dead because he allegedly jumped from the officers car while it was moving.

He doesn’t believe it.

He knows what really happened.

And he tells me, “rape, murder, foul play, Mississippi.”

END DREAM

MESSAGE

(Recurring dream)

I immediately DM’d my ex.

No one ever believes me when I tell them my dreams.

And he’s no different.

I suspect that he’s going to laugh, and call me crazy like he always does.

“Crazy Lady.”

That’s what they ALL call me.

Until what I predict comes true.

And then they become suspicious and afraid of me.

Mississippi has been coming up in my readings that I don’t post, for months now.

I didn’t think anything of it, because once again I thought that my spirits were referring to me.

And I know that my ass isn’t going anywhere near MS, EVER!

When I first met my ex, and we were in the beginning stages of getting to know each other.

I asked him out of the blue, if he had been raped.

He thought that, I was referring to me raping him.

And he told me, “You gone go to jail.”

LOL…

Y’all…

I picked that up years ago!

He’s going to get raped!

I’ve had this dream, way before I even met him.

I was young, and didn’t even know who he was.

In the dream my ex’s clothing had changed to women’s clothing.

Because that’s how the officer saw him, as a woman.

And he picked him up and was carrying him to the car, like a man would do a woman.

On the news, HELP came onto the screen, with the number 6.

It wasn’t the number 6.

It was the letter q.

That’s my ex’s nickname.

Y’all…

I hope that he heeds the warning.