I was in a condo with… I’ll call him “Mr. Rastafarian.”

He was walking around the bedroom talking to someone on his phone.

Then he went and laid down on the bed.

I laid down on top of him and he put his arm around me.

He finished his call and I got up off of the bed.

He followed me and then he hugged me.

Mr. Rastafarian released me and walked away.

But then he turned back around, and I had a baby.

The baby was in a carrier, and he came back over to us and hugged us both.

I left out of the unit.

And the baby that I was carrying was just gone.

I went to a public restroom on the premises and inside one of the stalls was a wiretap.

I could hear Mr. Rastafairan’s conversation.

It was a recording of a past conversation.

I walked out of the stall and Mr.Rastafarian came into the restroom.

He was listening to the recording.

Yeah, uh… somebody’s recording you.” I told him.

He responded but I don’t remember what was said, as I once again waited too long to write about the dream.

END DREAM

This is a recurring dream.

I’ve had this dream when I was younger.

What is curious or crazy, is that I fell asleep and woke to an interview of his playing on the TV.

Nothing in the interview was said or played out in my dream.

Mr. Rastafarian is an ex-football player.

He was interviewed by Mr. C in the past.

This dream brings to mind a dream that I had about being in a large stadium of sorts.

And there were giant football players and basketball players playing games inside.

At the time of writing about the dream, I didn’t understand why the football players were there.

I wasn’t interested in football players.

My focus was on basketball players.

But, as I stated in a reading and dream that I had.

I fucked the homeboy, and he was built like a football player.

And a football player keeps coming up in my readings.

So.. .IDK!

When is it going to happen?

Depends solely on me and divine timing.

I have to take steps in the right direction.

And I am!