Dream # 50—02/14/2024

I was in my old childhood home with a man sitting at my dining room table.

I guess he was a friend.

He was a basketball player.—In my mind, that’s who he was

Another tall black guy came into the home. He was a basketball player also.

He ushered me to the den and proceeded to ask me out.

He gave this long spill about wanting to be with a good woman.

He was tired of dating these women who weren’t any good, and who worked in specific careers.

Yadah… Yadah… yadah…

I was like, “Yeah. Sure, we can date.”

“I’m sorry that I don’t have a gift for you.” He stated.

“Oh, you don’t have to give me a gift.”

He looked at me like I was crazy.

We said our goodbyes.

I had to stand on my tiptoes to hug him.—” High-pitched scream!”

He left and time skipped through fast to the date.

I never got his name, but he came to my home again.

“I like you and we can be friends. But I’m going to see what’s up with her.”

A young woman came in and sat down next to him.

He told me my place, and I stayed in my place.—Somewhat…

Chile… I acted like an ass.

Not a big ass, but I showed out a lil bit.

I was being a lil mouthy and making lil smart comments.

He was just watching me and not saying anything.

END DREAM—Recurring Dream

THE MESSAGE

Chile… I’m about to be a whole “SIDE CHICK” out here in these “Basketball” streets!

Man…

Lol…

I’m going to meet a basketball player, but he just wants something on the side.

It’s not going to be anything serious.

He’s going to wine and dine and gift me with money and jewelry and such.

But he’s not the one.

That’s why he was confused when I said that he didn’t have to give me a gift.

They don’t want good women.

They want women that they can buy and play with.

Well… y’all I was lil bit upset that he wanted to just play around.

But, I’m tired of being the good girl.

I did that my whole life and it has gotten me nothing but users and abusers.

I chased after LOVE.

I spoil and pamper my men.

I would work two jobs to give to them.

Not anymore. I’m tired!

It’s time that I allowed a man to take care of me, and spoil me.

My problem is that I don’t know how to accept help.

I’m usually the one that’s helping and giving.—What little that I do have is given to others

BUT FUCK THAT!

If he wants to play, we can play.

Until the right one comes in.

And that’s IF he comes in.

In tarot, energy is always changing and flowing.