A Message—11/19/2023

This is a recurring dream.

I’ll start it off, where I was in a van, and because it is a recurring dream, I knew what was going to happen in the dream.

I knew that those two small kids were outside playing on the ground.

Although I couldn’t see them.

But I made sure to drive slowly and to watch out for them.

I didn’t see them, so I did the same thing that always happens in the dream.

I ran them over.

There was a small squeak from one of them, and I kept going.

I stopped, and in the mirror, I could see that they were flattened.

The mother and father, who I assumed was the mother and father, were screaming and yelling.

And the mother tried to pull me out of the van.

I drove off a little ways ahead and stopped.

The man was crying.

He said something to me, but I can’t remember as I waited too long to write about the dream.

In the same dream, I ended up with a bad crew of folks.

A white man was telling me about a job that I had to complete.

Take the letter and bottle of liquid and meet someone.

I don’t know why I accepted the job.

I guess it really wasn’t an option.

But I took it, and I went to meet someone who I didn’t even know who I was supposed to meet.

I was in a park, and an Indonesian man came up to me.

“Don’t forget that if there is a helicopter, you walk away.” He said to me.

“Oh, are you him?” I asked to his back as he had kept walking right past me after giving me the message.

He didn’t respond.

Immediately, an older man came up to me.

“Do you have it?”

I gave him the bottle.

“Where’s the instructions?” He inquired.

“Oh, I forgot.”

I had the letter, but I was also given verbal instructions.

He was only supposed to take one a day. (whatever that means, because it was liquid)

Maybe only take once a day?

As soon as I started to hand him the instructions, a helicopter came into view.

Remembering what the Indonesian guy said, I immediately started to walk away.

“Wait, where’s the drugs?” He asked, looking around.

“I gave it to you,” I stated, referring to the bottle.

In my mind, the Indonesian guy had somehow taken it from him.

Even though I didn’t see him do it.

I didn’t want to stick around because of what the guy had told me.

So I told the man to check a block over for the man.

We left in opposite directions, doubled back, and met up again.

I still had the instructions.

A lady was in the park, and she was about a few feet away from us, just lurking.

She was suspicious as hell, and the helicopter came back into view.

He was spooked, nervous, and feening for the drugs.—Sweating and shit

“Where’s the drugs?” He asked me.

And I was surprised, like, don’t you see that suspicious-looking woman right there?—Lol…

She was trying to act nonchalant, but as soon as he said that shit, she looked at us.

I was like, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” and immediately started to walk away.

She gave chase.

And long story short, he got both of our asses busted.—Motherfucker

THE MESSAGE

I don’t even know!

I’m not into any illegal shit.

I’m going to ponder on it and update this dream later.