Dream # 29—10/26/2023

I was outside.

I don’t know where.

But there was this white guy, and he was doing psychic readings.

Not with the tarot cards.

He was at a table, and it was really dark outside.

There were no lights, but I could see really well.

There was a black woman who had on a security guard outfit and a white man.

They were standing around the table when I walked up.

From what the woman said, he was doing a good job of reading her life.

He was a cool-ass, chill-ass white guy.

The type that fucks with black people.

I walked past them to another table where two other white guys sat.

And the white guy who had been doing the readings just appeared at the table next to me.

I don’t know how he got there so fast, but he was seated watching me.

I sat down and picked up a drink, and it was a smoothie-type drink.

It caught me off guard because I was expecting something else.

I was like, “Oh.. ooh…”

The guy took the drink away from me and poured it into another cup.

“Is that star fruit?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He replied.

I’d eaten star fruit when I was a little girl. The neighbors had a tree that hung over into our yard, and we used to pick the fruit and eat it.

I don’t know why that would be relevant.

But that part stood out to me the most.

The two white guys kept eyeing me nervously.

I thought it was because I was black.

So, I smiled knowingly at them and kept eyeing them to make them uncomfortable.

It worked!—Lol…

(Stop fucking looking at me) —Lol…

They literally jumped up and made a hasty retreat into a home that we were outside of.

I laughed.

“What the fuck?” Inquired the guy next to me as he watched them flee into the house.

“Do they have black friends?” I asked him.

“Yeah, they do.” He stated.

I don’t know why they were afraid of me.

But I picked up on that they were scared to death of me when I went to the table.

Chile… I don’t know why.

But as I’m writing this and thinking back on the dream, that chill-ass, cool-ass white guy is starting to scare me.

Who the fuck are you?

This is a recurring dream from my past.

He’s a strong and gifted psychic.

I’m learning to master my gifts, but this one has already mastered his.

I might meet him in the future.

I look forward to meeting you, whoever you are.

If you haven’t already passed on.

And if you have, I hope that you’re a part of my team of spirits.

The way that he watched me was concerning, although I didn’t feel anything negative or dangerous about him.

His power and his gifts frighten me just a little.

Those young dudes who ran from me…

I think that they’re psychics, too.

Or to help y’all (my readers) understand it better, they’re gifted in some way.

I’m stronger than them “spiritually.”

That’s a better way to put it.

Well, whoever you were or are.

Come revisit me.

ALSO…

I think that the security guard lady was the same one from a dream with you in it, Blackface.

Yeah, that was her!

The one where we were gambling.

WTF!

I have a lot of dreams about my childhood and getting a lot of references from it.

I think that I have to go home to find my husband.

Or to meet these people or to level up spiritually.

I said it!

Something monumental is about to happen in my life!