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!