In my home in a subdivision, these “federal” men asked if they could search the home.

I let them in, and while searching the home, one of the men who looked like “Henry Cavill”—Superman said, “She looks good.”

Yeah, Superman is fine ass hell too!

I went to my bedroom and saw that they had torn up the carpet.

“Why did y’all have to pull the carpet up?” I asked.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have let them search my home.” One of them replied.

WHAT?

As they were searching, “Blackface” came to my home.

I didn’t see him, but I could hear him outside talking to the “federal” folks.

I didn’t hear him anymore, so I guess he left.

There were other things that happened in the dream, but to me, they weren’t important.

After everything was done and the search was complete, they were in the process of leaving.

The Henry Cavill look-a-like offered his hand.

I looked down at it and shook it.

When I looked back up, it wasn’t him.

It was you, “Blackface.”

“Yeah, I’ll be back.” He said and left out the door.

Recurring dream from my past

End Dream