Dream # 36—11/28/2023

In my tarot readings, I kept seeing the card for MURDERER these last couple of weeks.

I never pulled it because I didn’t want to get involved in it.

I wanted no part of it.

Now, I do readings periodically for murder and death cases.

And for passed on loved ones and even how a motherfucker is going to die.

But I never thought that I would start dreaming of murders, rapes, kidnappings and home invasions.

These past few days have always been one of those dreams.

My Friend: When you open that door, anything can come through.

After much consideration, I decided to write about my dreams.

I was hesitant because some weirdos got the bright idea to take my dreams and turn them into reality.—Use them against me

WHO DOES THAT?

APPARENTLY THOSE NICCAS OVER THERE!

The shit was crazy.

This is the type of people that you have on speed dial?

This is the type of person you talk to and correspond with regularly?

Nah… something ain’t right!

Either you’re of the same mind and morals.

OR

You’re fucking clueless as to the grade and type of niccas that you’re dealing with.

But, on to this dream.

Please note that I am the women in these dreams.

I see through their eyes.

I feel what they feel.

I see the murderers.

I see the weapons.

I see the babies.

DREAM # 26

I was in a home, and a black guy busted the door open.

I heard the hits on the door, but I couldn’t move.

A young black girl was there, and she ran after the first hit on the door.

I was sitting on the floor watching television, and after the 3rd or 4th hit, the door came open.

In walks this man with a gun.

It looked like a pistol with a pearl or white handle on it.

Maybe a revolver?

He pressed the white handle to my lips and made a hushing sound to tell me to be quiet.

Don’t scream.

Then, in walks a black young woman and another black man.

They had food and drinks like they came to stay and party for a while.

The woman looked at me out the side of her eyes, and she had a small smirk on her face.

He made me get up, and he was going to rape me in the living room with the people there.

I never said anything, but I made a gesture for him to follow me to the back bedroom.

And that’s where the rape happened.

I woke up.

I don’t know what happened to that girl that ran.

Hopefully, she made it out.

I don’t know what these dreams are.

They’re new.

She knew these people, and they knew her.

I don’t know why there was no attempt to flee or fight back.

Maybe because I was meant to see these things and the people in the dream.

I couldn’t have known what happened if I ran.

But why didn’t I view it as a spectator, like I do in some of my dreams?

Why was I viewing it through their eyes?

Sick pervert, If you’re reading this and your dick is getting hard, you need to get some help.

“Wit’cho dirty, OLD, scandalous ass.”

“And you know who you are!”

Come over here if you want to!

I’m going to serve and protect the hell out of me and mine.

Self-Defense 101—It is okay to maim, hurt, and kill anyone who is trying to hurt, maim or kill you!

*And it’s not Shorty Doo-Wop!