Recurring Dream

I was in a city.

Could’ve been any city.

But in my mind it was New York.

I was renting a room with my kids.

There was another family there, and one of their kid’s needed mental help.

I was asked if I could mentor her.

She was about 8 or 9 years old.

I spent some time with her, trying to get to know her.

Her name was Marie. (One of my favorite names)

But she told me to call her TEOOB. (Pronounced Tube)

Other families lived with us.

And some of the people were being a little harsh with the girl. (The way they spoke to her)

I had to remind two of these grown ass people to be kinder to her.

“She’s suicidal.” I told them.

Suicidal at 8 or 9 years old?

What has happened to this child that she wants to die?

We were at an outdoor music festival.

A couple of know artists were there handing out awards to other artists on stage.

I was on the stage. (IDK why)

Brandy announced that Aretha Franklin had won.

She came on stage and accepted the award.

When she left, I followed her.

We walked down an alley.

“What does the number 11 mean on the card?”

When they announced the winners, the cards were numbered and not in order.

“I don’t know.”

That IDK was highly aggressive.

“They give us ballots to fill out and we select who we think should win. That means drinks.”

She came for food and drinks.

We walked back up the alley.

“Do you have production company or are you a producer?” I struggled to find the correct word.

No response.

“I don’t have a demo because i’m poor.“

She laughed.

“But I can sing.”

We went into a coffee shop, where she got in line.

“I’ll talk to you when you come out.” I told her.

I walked over to a bench and watched the comings and goings of the crowds.

The festival was still going on.

The young black girl appeared and we talked.

Her mother and father sat on the opposite bench behind us.

Aretha exited the shop, and I watched her walk over to a group of people engaged in a conversation.

The young girl and I talked some more.

I glanced over at Aretha and her group and decided that it was time for me to leave.

I said my goodbyes to the little girl and her parents and walked away.

The young girl ran after me and she asked if I was coming back.

I told her that I would see her again.

She headed back through the crowd to her parents.

“I’ll watch you until you make it back!” I yelled after her.

Two Hispanic men with a wagon stopped before the girl.

A third set of hands grabbed her and put her into the wagon.

I yelled and ran after them as they quickly pulled her away.

I caught up to them as the wagon flipped over.

I frantically rummaged through the bags and debris in the wagon.

It was dolls!

I looked back in the direction that I had run from.

The little girl was nowhere to be seen.

I ran back the way I had come from, and looked around.

I stood there for a moment.

I had to deliver the news to the parents and I didn’t want to.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

Chile…

I’m at a loss for words.

The dream that I had last night, before this one was great.

IDK who that white guy was in the dream, but I hope that I meet your ass too!

Lol..

Back to this dream.

I still don’t know what to say.

There was a third Hispanic man.

He put her into the wagon, but somehow was able to quickly snatch her back out.

There was a crowd of people.

Point left and go right.

I ran after the men with the wagon.

While another man had her and was moving in the opposite direction.

That’s how easy it is to snatch a child.

And they work in groups.

I had an incident not to long ago in the ATL a few weeks ago.

They thought that I was younger than what I was.

In broad daylight light, delivering orders to a CONDO.

A CONDO!

I left my gun in the car because I thought that I was safe making a delivery.

My spirits were like “Take the gun.”

It’s an upscale area and housing.

“These motherfuckers have money!” I thought.

Y’all…

If it wasn’t for me standing my ground and giving direct eye contact…

I immediately took a fight stance.

Separated my feet for mobility.CVXZ

Women and girls, your body language says a lot!

I let the (older) LEADER know without words.

That I knew, and that they were about to have a serious problem trying to get this ass!

He backed off and made the other (younger one) back off.

I got my ass up out of there.

When I made it to the room, I told my kids.

I was about to notify the FBI, they’re trafficking women/girls over there!

But, I didn’t think that anyone would believe me or take me serious.

So I didn’t.

I get ridiculed, laughed at, and called crazy as is.

Best to just let it go.

They’ll get caught, maybe.

PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR KIDS!