G’ No Money was in a dream last week that I didn’t write about.

We were in the living room with a few people that I didn’t know.

G’ No Money was sitting on the couch.

And he was talking to a few others that were gathered around.

He was talking about me.

He called me by my nickname.

And I called him out on it.

“How do you know my nickname?” I asked him.

He offered a small smirk in response.

“Who are you talking to that knows me? That’s the only way that you could know my nickname.” I told him.

What he was talking about in reference to me is no one’s business.

Chile…

Dream # 183

Mr. CW was in this dream.

I’ll keep it short.

We were in a hotel room with my kids and him.

CW and I were at the entrance to the door which was open.

He was sitting down and I climbed onto his lap.

Something got to stirring underneath me, so I started fondling and touching him.

People were outside and walking past the room, so we were trying to be discreet.

We weren’t fucking we were hunching.

Lordt…

Words can’t describe it.

And I can’t stop smiling.

Lol…

“If it’s that amazing in a dream, I can only image what it’s like in real life.”

Mr. CW got caught with his pants down!

Neither one of us noticed him walk up on us.

We’ll call him Mr. J.

`His chuckle alerted us to his presence.

He was with another black guy.

Mr. CW was made to follow them into another part of the room with them.

And I waited on the bed with my kids.

The dude that was with Mr. J kept his attention on us as Mr. CW and Mr. J talked.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

I don’t know why I’m dreaming about Mr. CW.

What came to mind when I woke up, was…

“A bitch is going to set him up!”

Pussy is going to get him caught up.

Now I don’t know if it’s Mr. J directly or some other enemy.

Because Mr. J in the dream could just be a representation of an enemy.

It doesn’t have to be him directly.

But he was serious as hell.

Whoever this is, he’s not playing with Mr. CW.

Stop playing around, for likes and views.

And take this shit seriously.

Somebody’s out to get you.

And they mean business.

“Does anybody know a DaQuan?”