Dream #7—Damn! 07/04/2023

This was a week or two back. I couldn’t bring myself to write it because I didn’t want it to be true.

You pulled up in an SUV, and I ran outside to greet you. But you weren’t alone.

You were with a woman.

She was Hispanic. And she was stunting.

She was turned facing me like, “Now what.”

It was a back-off or else attitude.

I averted my eyes and dropped my head because I was ashamed.

I was like, “Oh, you have somebody.”

And then I woke up.

Cut to this past week, and I’m being talked to in a way that I didn’t appreciate.

“I was like, why is he talking to me that way." Like I’m a child or I’m slow.

That’s why it took me a moment to answer.

I was playing around. In case you haven’t figured that out about me.

Your employee didn’t tell you that about me?

He told you that I was slow and broke. Lol…

I like to play around and laugh.

I like to make others laugh.

I like to see people smiling and happy and winning.

But, think what you will about me.

I can’t change that.

If she has you doing all of that, maybe you need to replace her.

You shouldn’t have to hurt someone to appease or make another bitch feel secure. —For real, though, I’m getting mixed messages.

Why do I feel like it’s a man that’s behind all of this? Like blackmail or something?

BUT ANYWAY!

We’re all great pretenders at some point in our lives.

They pretend that they’re happy.

Smiling on those Youtube lives when their lives are falling apart around them.

We pretend to be entertained.

Laughing as grown-ass men and women are tearing each other apart on social media. It’s fucked up, but it’s an escape from our everyday life of living in a financial hell of robbing Peter to pay Paul.

He pretends to be unbothered.

While wearing a mask of indifference when someone mentions my name.

When he knows that he’s dying on the inside.

And then the other one.

He pretends that he’s not interested.

“The lies that we tell ourselves!”

I appreciate you being nice to me, though.

Hmph… —How dare I dream so big, huh?

Good luck and try to forget me.

Once you’ve had a “taste” of Divine Femininity, it’s hard to forget and hard to let go. —Even if you were playing around because you were bored.

Lol...

“Yeah, I make motherfuckers uncomfortable.”