When I laid down to sleep, I asked my spirits to bring the Boss Dada into my dreams.
And guess what?
He showed up.

We were in a house where the Boss Dada invited me to sit beside him.
This chair was for one person.
And it left little room for two people.
Especially a Big Booty Judy like myself.
But I shared the seat with him.
And it was so tight that my back started hurting immediately.
I told him that I was uncomfortable.
But he advised me to stay.
I got up, as the pain was too much.

He said something to me and I burst into tears— Snot and all
"Look at you, your emotions are all over the place." He said to me.
He stood up, went to the door, and looked out of it.
He made a funny off-hand comment about his preference to doing business with men instead of women.
I and another man laughed, that's when I realized that we weren't alone.

The Boss Dada left and his wife came into the room.
"It’s not Mississippi, it’s Mexico." She said, shoving some papers into my face.
I didn't respond.
"You need to fix this." She told me.
Once again, I remained silent.
Their son came into the room, and took my hand.
I let him lead me into another room.
And we talked briefly.
We ended the conversation with a hug, and rejoined his friends in the main room.

We hugged again for longer this time.
When we released each other, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.
My hands were roaming all over his body— Chest, arms, and such
We hugged again, and he turned me so that my back was to his friends.
Then he grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed.
He was low-key showing me off to his friends.
It was a "She belongs to me," statement.—A claim

We let go of each other, and as I turned to leave he grabbed my hand.
When I looked into his eyes, he was so happy.
This young man was smitten with me.

I saw it in his eyes.
He lightly squeezed my hand before releasing me.
His entire interaction with me was sweet, and cute.

When he turned to leave, I held onto his hand.
It was a playful gesture.
And dare I say a loving gesture?
I kissed him on the cheek, before releasing him.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

To dream of sitting in a seat with my Boss Dada means a waiting period.
He wanted me to sit with him, but my back was hurting.


The seat was smaller than the last seat in a previous dream.
Time is winding down.
He's taking too long.
I'm being told that I have to wait for him, if I want him.
But times are tough. and waiting is breaking my back, literally

He said that my emotions were all over the place.

I keep pulling the card for “Check your feelings at the door.”

I know what I signed up for.

So, there’s no need to act brand new.

I come second to the wife.

Which I accept, but when you involve sex, feelings, and such.

I want more of him and his time.

“CHECK YOUR FEELINGS AT THE DOOR BITCH!

Money and material things are supposed to make up for the time that he can’t spend/give to you.

I accept my place, and I know my role.

CHILE...
Here's the crazy part!
I got the message from the wife "To leave my FAMILY alone!"
FAMILY?
You mean HUSBAND?
No, she means FAMILY!
If it's not the father, then its the son that will make the connection.
WTF?

Remember, I said that I'm going to meet this man or his son.

IDK...
It's something about this man and his lineage.
We're destined to meet, one way or another.—HIM or his SON

CHILE...

His wife told me to fix something in the dream.
To right a wrong.
I won't have to FIX anything, if SHE stops interfering!
In the dream, I didn't respond to her.
But, I was on the fence as to whether I should fix what I did.

I want my God King.

THE UGLY TRUTH

What will it be WIFE?

—Sacrifice the son to not share the husband?