Dream # 39—12/01/2023

Recurring Dream—

I was in a big, beautiful home with double front doors.

I went outside with my sister, and a guy was driving by in a truck, and he started to honk his horn repeatedly.

He turned around and drove into the driveway of the house next door.

He got out of the truck, and it was a young Hispanic guy.

He asked me if I knew how to pull vehicles.

I looked at my old red SUV and then back at him.

I told him no, but I did know how to connect a moving trailer to a truck to tow.

And he knew this.—I picked that up from him

He was like, “Okay. Well, can I at least get your number then?” As he was walking away.

I scoffed and shook my head no.

He was way too young.

“Okay.” He replied.

He got back into his truck and left.

I was looking around the neighborhood and noticed that I was in an upscale place with huge homes.

In my head, I was like, “Oh, we got money.”—Lol…

Then, I noticed that my vehicle was gone.

I jumped scenes—I was immediately in another place but the same dream

I was in a restaurant, with the same sister and my brother was there.

I was looking around for my phone, wallet, and keys.

My brother and sister were ordering.

I never sat down.

I remained standing, searching.

My keys, wallet, and phone were of the utmost importance at the moment.

As I was going to search outside, I passed by a black woman and said, “Where’s my phone? Where’s my phone?”

She mimicked everything I said.

“Where’s my phone? Where’s my phone?” And shook her head.

“Everybody wanna be like me,” I responded as I kept going outside.

I was going to search my vehicle but didn’t see it outside the restaurant.

So I went back inside, to the table where my brother was.

I looked around and decided to go back outside again.

(shrugs)

As I made my way back to the door of the restaurant, I started singing a Mariah Carey song.

Then another black lady started to sing it also, but better. It may have been that same woman, but I couldn’t see her. She was at a table, and it was blocked by a decorated wall. But I knew that she was black.

She sang the same part that I sang.

“I’m a trendsetter. I go my own way,” I stated.”—Heard of me”—Plies

When I got to the door, there was that same young Hispanic guy with a whole group of young people.

It was so many, like a sea of people, out that door.

I couldn’t see the cars.

All I saw were young people.

“We’re here to buy candy.”

He was acting nervous and unsure.

“Okay.” And I turned around to go get my brother.

He used to sell candy in school.

But he was already coming to the door.

“Is he like 17 or 18 or something?” I asked my brother.

He didn’t respond.

I jumped scenes.

I’m outside in a neighborhood with the same sister.

It was like she was following me around.

It feels like there is hair on my tongue, so I’m picking at my tongue to get the hair.

I pull it, and it’s down my throat.

It’s a long, neverending black string.

It was uncomfortable at first.

Then I relaxed and kept pulling.

I woke up.

MESSAGE #1

Black string around a tongue is to shut a bitch up.

It’s a binding spell, a controlling spell.

Somebody is doing rootwork on me.

Somebody is fucking with my throat chakra.

Somebody is trying to shut me up.

Somebody doesn’t want me to say something.

Somebody is going to pay me in blood.

It may seem that death is too harsh of a punishment for someone who’s trying to bind my tongue.

But doing spellwork of any kind against a divine feminine or a divine masculine is a crime.

It’s a crime against me.

It’s a crime against my spirits.

And it’s a crime against the Divine.

The payment is blood!

I demand it!

Why do you think that I refuse to perform rootwork on “The Black One?”

It’s not that I can’t.

I refuse.

He’s a “distorted” Divine Masculine but still a Divine Masculine.

He campaigns hard for a “Spiritual Ass-whooping”—Don’t he?

I can’t lie.

He almost got what he was campaigning for.—I retracted it.

It literally broke my heart to do that to a Divine being.

It’s a shame that he doesn’t understand who he is.

But even though he deserved it, I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t destroy a Divine Energy like that.

“But he’s testing the hell out of my gangster.

—“I’m not a killer, but don’t push me.” —Tupac

MESSAGE # 2

Someone or a group of folks are mimicking me for mockery purposes or for laughs.

I have fans.

Someone or a group of folks are using my posts, ideas, or whatever I’m saying in their content.

I have fans.

MESSAGE # 3

I don’t understand the part about my brother and the many young people waiting to buy candy.

Or that young man who asked me for my phone number.

He was so nervous.

He mumbled the part about “We’re here to buy candy.”

I had to lean in closely and ask him twice what it was that he wanted.

I may have an admirer.

Lol…

“Cute.”

I did pull the Oracle card for an admirer.