Dream # 56—03/29/2024
BOSSMAN—Recurring Dream
I was in my childhood home, and I had made myself a sandwich and a glass of water.
As I was sitting down at the table, “Shorty Doo Wop” came up behind my chair and he poked my sides with his fingers.—which startled me.
I ignored him and immediately got up and went into my bedroom to eat my food.
He followed me into the bedroom and tossed some clothing that he had bought at me.
“What are you doing? I asked him.
He didn’t respond, he just took the other clothing that he had and went into my walk-in closet.
I followed him and we started arguing.
I asked him what he was doing here.
And why did he buy me the clothing?
Bossman came into the room and he pushed Shorty Doo Wop.
That push was so hard, that he flew into the back of the closet into some boxes.
“Wait… Y’all stop it. What’s going on?” I inquired, as I walked towards the Bossman to get between the both of them.
But it was like I wasn’t even there.
Because they were both focused on each other and weren’t even looking at me.
“Y’all let’s go back into here and talk about this,” I stated pointing at my bed.
They followed me out of the closet and another man was waiting in my bedroom.
Bossman and the other man sat down on my bed and Shorty Doo Wop remained standing with his head held low and looking down.
He looked guilty.
“What's going on?” Bossman asked Shorty Doo Wop. —Or something like that
“I came over to bring her some clothes, and that’s it.
That was a bald-faced lie!
“That is not what happened,” I said.
When we were in the closet, Shorty Doo Wop got a lil aggressive, by grabbing me by my arm.
He was mad because I didn’t want the clothing and because I was telling him that I didn’t want him.
When he grabbed my arm, the Bossman showed up.
“He was telling me that he wanted me back,” I said angrily, as I grabbed the rest of the clothing that he had hung on my bedroom door.
I tossed them at him.
Of course, he denied my part of the “What had happened was…” story.
I called him a liar and a bitch.
Bossman and the man chuckled at my statement.
“Okay.” Shorty Doo Wop said.
He went to my dresser, grabbed my deodorant, and proceeded to stab it with a knife that he had on him.
(Shrugs) 👀
Bossman responded, but I can’t remember what he said or if he believed me or Shorty Doo Wop.
Bossman, the man, and Shorty Doo Wop left.
I heard my stepfather talking to the Bossman about a basketball game that was on the television.
I went into my parent’s bedroom and I didn’t see the Bossman.
I asked if he had spoken to them before he left.
“Yeah, he did.”
I rushed out of their room to find him, and he was leaving out the door.
END DREAM.
MESSAGE:
Shorty Doo Wop… give it up, love.
It’s over.
You had your chance and you fucked it up.—Royally
You arrogantly like to say, “They’ll come back. They always do.”
Not this one.
Your anger at me is misplaced.
The decisions that you made in love, caused you to be where you are today.
An apology is owed to me, but its not going to change my feelings for you.
Or my decision to not want to have anything to do with you.
Go and find someone and be happy.
“Protector” you’re always showing up when help is needed.—My “Superman”
“When are you going to stop playing and come “bury the bone?”
Lol… ❤️