Dream # 42—12/08/2023

I had just moved into my home, and it was a condo.

But the condo was built weirdly.

I could literally see into my neighbor’s home.

I could put my hand right through into their home if I got onto a step ladder.

I took a shower and walked out of the bathroom right into a hallway.

I kept walking because I thought that I was in my home.

I was outside my home in the hallway when some of my neighbors just suddenly appeared.

I was naked.

I tried to return to my home, but all the doors looked the same without any names or numbers.

I yelled to my daughter and son, who were in the hallway, to get me a towel while I tried to cover myself.

I ended up getting clothes, and my kids and I explored the building.

Like I stated before, the condo was built weirdly.

It was like we were in our own world.

There were “high-class” restaurants and bars in the building.

I sat down at a table with some people, and an additional group of people appeared dressed in suits and cocktail dresses.

I had on pants and a shirt.

This older black man asked me, “What do you do? You’re a nurse, right?”

I didn’t answer right away.

For some reason, I didn’t want to tell him what I did for a living.

I have never been embarrassed about where I work or what I do to make my money.

—They tried that shit in the RIFF room. “Lola is a customer service worker.”

They tried to look down on me because of my job.

Bitch bye!

They were living in government-assisted housing, scamming those PPP Loans, they were service workers, warehouse workers, bitcoin scamming, and making minimum wage.

But what I did for a living was frowned upon.

“Yeah, retardation is real.”

Back to the dream.

He asked me again, “What do you do? You’re a nurse, right?”

“I’m a customer service representative.”

Everyone at the table and who was standing around said collectively “Oh, that’s great!” —Real loud like!

Then, they all proceeded to dismiss me and ignore me.

These were rich suits and skirts.

I wasn’t one of them.

I got up and went over to my kids.

For some reason, we sat on the floor and started eating.

My kids went off exploring, and as I got off the floor, I noticed we weren’t sitting there.

We were sitting on the bar table itself.

And a bartender was like, “That’s not the floor.”

Duh…

I went to go find my kids.

My daughter was just done with it all.

She looked unhappy and wanted to go back to our condo, so I let her.

My son was having difficulty making friends, and I watched as the other boys picked on him.

One caucasian boy made friends with him.

So the other boys were calling them gay and were trying to bully them.

Mama Bear came out.

Nope, this is not what we do over here.

Time. To. Shut. It. Down.

“My son can protect himself, but this one I got!” I told them.

“I have a gun too.” One of the older dudes said because he was not a child.

He was probably early twenties.

And he showed me his gun.

Then, a black guy smacked me upside the head.

So, I returned the favor by hitting him with my gun.

The white guy with the gun pulled out a rope and put it around my son’s neck.

He tried to hang my son.

My mother was there, but she wasn’t doing anything to help.

I was screaming at her, “Ma, help me! They’re trying to kill your son!”—I’ll explain later.

I don’t know how, but I went full KING KONG on all of their asses!

I don’t know where I got the strength, but that rope was wrapped around his neck four times.

I pulled that rope apart and shot the white guy.

I grabbed the black guy who had smacked me upside the head and tossed him onto the ground.

His neck snapped.

I calmed down, and everyone was just standing around.

It dawned on me that I had killed those two dudes.

I was afraid that I was going to jail for murder.

But no one called the police.

We were served with paperwork by the condo manager to vacate our unit.

So, we went back to our unit, and I asked my mother why she didn’t help me.

She didn’t answer me, so I followed her into the living room.

The television was on, and there was a story about me and what happened.

And she said, “Look at how many views you have.”

VIEWS?

This is a recurring dream from my past.

MESSAGE

I had this dream in my early twenties.

*Edit, it wasn’t my early twenties, I was younger than that. —01/18/2024

I did not have any kids then.

I saw my kids in my dream before they were born.

That’s why I screamed at my mother, “Ma, help me! They’re trying to kill your son!”

When I was younger, that’s exactly what I said in the dream because I didn’t know they were my children at that time.

The community that we were in felt like it was exclusive.

Somehow, our status will change.

But they won’t accept us.

We won’t fit in, which is okay with me.

I noticed that neither of my kids was happy with the changes, especially my daughter.

(Shrugs)

I will protect my kids.

But IDk about that killing folks and getting views.

I’m not a “Views Whore.”

(Shrugs)