Recurring Dream—

Blackface, you were there.

We were on a bus, and we were celebrating some guy’s birthday.

I was supposed to bring the liquor but I didn’t have enough money.

We got onto a school bus, and someone was driving around picking kids up.

(shrugs)

I have no clue as to why we were on the bus.

You rarely talk to me in my dreams.

But this time, you were making small conversations periodically.

I can’t remember the rest of the dream.

Since the previous dream was short, I’ll include a dream from the past that I’ve had about you. This one is short also.

We were at your home, and we had just got married.

NEWLY WEDS!

Lol…

Seriously, I still had the wedding dress on and all.

But we both know that that’s not true.

You don’t like me, and I don’t like you!

Your home was strange, though.

I had my reservations about going down the hall.

You left me and kept going.

It was creepy.

The door that I followed you through was like a hallway of horrors.

It was dark and had mentally ill or scary-looking folks in it.

I made it down the hall, but I woke up when I reached the second door that you’d gone through.

Now that I think about it.

Is the HOME, you?

That’s what it usually means.

It’s either a home or it’s the person.

This dream was some time ago since I last had it.

Have you changed?

Have you healed?

Because mentally ill and scary-looking are not attributes that I want to connect to you.

No matter how much you hate me and try to hurt me, there will always be that “fondness” for you.

(smiles)

Maybe I saw that horrific shit in the dream because you have been a monster to me?

In the dream, when you got out of the car, you were so happy.

You were excited to invite me into your home.

It was like, you didn’t even see the spooky shit.

I’m blind to my faults, also.

Until someone points them out.

Change for the better, Blackface.

Have a good one.

Sending “fondness” and light your way.