I was in South America.

There was writing on buildings that I couldn’t read.

And I was walking home.

In my mind, I was walking home from work.

When this man, covered in mud, runs out into the open crowded downtown area.

He had a bomb strapped to him.

I was watching him as he lay down on the ground.

Then I started running but stopped because no one else was running.

Two helicopters appeared and then that’s when everyone started running.

I ran into a restroom with two women and a child.

“You’ve never done this before?” She asked me.

“In school, we used to have fire drills, but not bomb drills.”

I thought about my children, and then I left out of the restroom and started running home.

There were a lot of people, and I didn’t think that I would make it home in time.

So, I turned around and went back to the restroom.

The woman slammed the door in my face and locked it.

I banged on the door and she peeked out at me and then let me in.

For some reason, I felt that I had to get home.

So I left the restroom and ran home.

JUMPED SCENES

There was a tall light-skinned man that I let into my home.

He was nice, gentle, and understanding.

Everything about this man was easy-going.

I introduced him to my kids and gave him a tour of our home.

He got into a debate with my daughter over something about his job.

He had a good job in a technical or analytic field.

That allowed him to work from home and travel.

My cat was walking around crying in the bedroom.

Then one of the light bulbs went out and I went to get a replacement bulb.

But I ended up in the bathroom having sex with a woman.

(Shrugs)

I remember leaving her and going back to him in just my tee shirt.

He was watching me as I rummaged around in a closet for something.

I realized that he was looking at my stomach.

END DREAM.

I woke up and did a few things around the house.

I was trying to remember the man in the dream, and what he looked like.

—Light skin, tall, and did he have locs or a low cut?

I got back in bed and fell asleep to a YouTube video.

I was in the same dream

My brother was there and he was buying a pitbull from a guy from the neighborhood.

I noticed a woman who was standing behind my home watching me.

I went into the house and the dog was on a leash but trying to get to me.

My brother put the dog in a different part of the house.

But it broke free and ran outside.

“You better get your dog! It’s loose!” I screamed at him.

He ran after the dog to chase it down.

And the man from the first dream came outside.

I got a really good look at him.

—He’s an albino, (white as chalk) at least 6 Ft. slender build, blond reddish hair, and eyes with a reddish tint.

He went to his car and I followed him.

“Where are you going?” I asked him.

“I’m leaving. I can’t just be eating takeout and cereal. I need food. Plus you’re never here.” He responded.

I picked that up from the first dream, that I was neglecting him.

“Don’t leave. I’m here now. I promise that I’m going to spend time with you.” I pleaded with him.

I was about to cry.

He got out of the car and pulled me close to him as he sat down in a chair.

His fingers were entwined with mine.

We talked but then he said something that caused me to argue with him.

My brother came out of the house, walked past us, stopped, and then went back into the house.

The guy was watching him the entire time.

“He’s acting like he’s trying to flex or something.”

“No, he is not,” I stated—My brother is not like that.

He said something about the baby and he touched my stomach.

In my head, I was like “I’m not pregnant.”—But then I looked down.

My stomach was protruding a little bit.

“And also it’s because of my cousin.”

“That woman who was behind my house?” I interrupted him.

“Yeah, that’s my cousin TJ.” He replied—Or TD one of those names

“You saw when she smacked my ass?” He said with a laugh.

Chile… that’s when I smacked his ass!—I’m not violent, usually

“I know that you didn’t have that bitch in my house! She doesn’t even like me!” I yelled at him.

—I knew that woman.

“It’s because of what I heard about you.”

“I don’t give a fuck about what you heard about me!”

Somehow we ended up back at his car.

And I was leaning against it.

He was in front of me, hugging me.

I was kissing his neck and telling him not to leave.

“I’ll be back. I’m going away for a few days and when I get back, hopefully, you’ll miss me enough that you’ll spend some time with me.”

He rubbed his dick print on my pussy.

I was turned all the way the fuck on!

And I wanted to ask him for a quickie before he left. —But I didn’t

I was still kissing his neck and begging him not to leave.

And then I woke up.

The strange thing about this vivid dream.

Is that after I woke up in bed, I could still feel him.

—His energy. His lips. His kiss.

This is a recurring dream from my younger years.

WHO IS THIS MAN?

He’s someone important in my life.

A baby?

Is this my husband?

He’s mature, but he looked younger than me.

I can’t wait to meet you!