I was in a classroom with a clear backpack. I pulled out a book and it had money in it.

There was a black woman who was reading a nonfiction book.

She kept saying with an attitude that people weren't trying to educate themselves.

She kept looking in my direction, but not directly at me.

There was a Mexican guy who took some of the money that I had and went outside.

I followed him to take his picture to show the police, and I got trapped outside with him and a couple of men.

But I managed to get out.

I jumped scenes—I was in another area/place but still inside the same dream.

I was in a warehouse and I still had the clear backpack with another green backpack.

A male supervisor told me that I would be working with a lady, just shadowing her.

He walked away, and I went and sat next to a black guy on a bench.

A black woman walked over and he was telling her to sit next to him. She didn't want to and told him that he was cheating or that he was playing her.

I guess she was talking about me.

She sat on another bench next to ours and he got up and sat next to her.

He was trying to reassure her that nothing was going on between him and me.

Her mother and aunt came over and sat next to me.

They were making snide remarks about my job.

The guy laughed and was like “Y’all wrong.”

Then a trolly or cart pulled up with some girls and they started talking about me.

In my head, I was like, “Oh they don't like me.”

I don’t know who these women were.

So I went to get my backpack because I knew that I had my gun in it.

I was searching everywhere.

This white lady was calling my name, but she was using a username that I used online.

She was trying to get my attention.

I woke up after I was walking around for a long time and couldn't find my backpack.

This is a recurring dream from my past.

I guess people are talking about me.

I’m the topic of discussion. 👀

Somebody thinks that I want their man.

(Rolls Eyes)

I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t care.

I was subscribed to one last person in that Youtube sector because she stayed on “Shorty Doo Wop” ass.

But I unsubscribed from that person because it’s not entertaining anymore, and it’s toxic.

Not to mention that I’m not learning anything from that sector.

It may not even be online drama, it may be something that’s happening offline.

—Well, the cards did say “Online Drama.”

I just can’t anymore.