I was in a house with my kids.

The house had many doors and windows.

I went outside to the patio to ensure the door was locked.

And there was a group of black men who were my neighbors.

They were outside drinking and such.

They made me uneasy as they watched me and my kids.

In my mind, I felt like they would think that I was easy prey because I was a single mother.

I herded my kids back inside.

And three of them came to my door.

They greeted me and inquired about me being single.

Why was I single?

Was I religious?

I didn’t get any bad vibes from them.

They were genuinely interested in me.

I let them know that I wasn’t interested.— Although, they were all very good-looking black men

They went back to their yard.

I was heading down the hallway when there was a knock at the door.

“Who the hell is that?” I thought.

I opened the door to two young white men.

They had a lot of packages piled up in my yard.

“That’s my friend. He brought me gifts.” My daughter told me.

The guy closest to me waved and smiled at me.

They left and one of my neighbors who turned out to be MR. C said.—

“Come on y’all, let’s help her.”

A few came over and helped bring the packages up the steps to my door.

One by one they left until MR. C was the only one left.

He handed me the last package.

“Thank you,” I told him.

“You’re welcome.”

He beckoned me to him with a wave of his hand and then pulled me into a hug.

We held each other for longer than we should have.

And then he kissed my neck.

We slowly released each other.

I was stunned at how he made me feel.

It was a sexual attraction, but it was emotional too.

I could tell that he felt it also, as he had a confused expression on his face.

He left.

And before I could close the door and lock it.

MR. C was back with a whole gang of females.

They were his mother and various family members. —cousins, aunts, etc…

They sat down at a table, and he let them do the talking.

He sat quietly watching us interact.

It was not good, It was bad.

They immediately started in on me.

I work well with others.

I don’t work well with “BAD” others.

I give you what you give me.

MR. C didn’t like that.

I saw it in his face and his physical reactions to my responses.

After all, I was talking to his mother and his family members.

I wasn’t disrespectful.

But I stood my ground and didn’t back down.

Y’all ain’t sugarcoating shit.

And I ain’t sugarcoating shit!

If you want to talk out the side of your neck.

I’m about to respond out the side of my neck!

Some mothers expect the woman that their sons bring home, to bow down and kiss their ass.

Not this one!

Fuck you and your motherfucking mama.

I don’t care who doesn’t agree with me.

You’re not about to talk to me in any kind of way.

I don’t care who you are.

They could not believe that I had the audacity.

They were so taken aback.

Like bitch how dare you?

Once again, I was not disrespectful.

I just served them what they served me with those questions.

The statement about them being bougie came out.

And they responded by verbally attacking my physical appearance.

Bitch it doesn’t matter…— Mr. C loves all of this booty meat!—How ‘bout dat?

Lol…

MR. C and the crew left.

I was expecting him to come back, but he didn’t.

JUMPED SCENES

I was with one of my sisters, and we were walking through a neighborhood.

This little black girl comes up to us.

She looked like she had been beaten up, and she asked us for help.

A caucasian woman showed up and she had a black eye and bruises on her face.

She took the little girl away.

We followed them to a duplex and got the address.

Then we walked a short distance to our home and called the police.

MR. C showed up in this part of the dream also.

But we didn’t interact with each other.

END DREAM

MESSAGE:

IDK!

Now, hear me out!

Lol…

I don’t just be out here cussing out people’s mamas.

I’m respectful, as long as they’re respectful.

“I’m fucking him, not you.”—I don’t have to be nice to you

STORY TIME

I saw on YouTube a story about how a man’s mother literally gave her son’s children’s mother HELL.

And he never stuck up for or protected his woman against his mother.

His mother had moved in with them after his woman had their 2nd child.

His woman had put her dinner up, while she tended to the kids.

The man’s niece was still hungry after she had eaten, so his mother gave the child his woman’s food.

His woman came back, after tending to the kids and inquired about where her dinner was.

His mother told her that she had given it to the niece.

An argument ensued.

“You need to lose some weight anyway!” His mother commented and touched his woman’s stomach.

Tell me why his woman turned into the Hulk and laid his mama low.

She was tired of his mama’s bullshit.

He kicked both of them out of the home!

I’ve dealt with this also with my children’s grandmother.

My kid’s father never stuck up for me.

I had to fight her on my own.—Verbally, and with antics (not seeing the kids)

He never said anything in my defense.

One time, she was giving it to me HARD.

He finally said something.

He couldn’t listen to her talk about me like that anymore.

Behind my back, in my face, to him—She didn’t care

We’re not together, and she still can’t stand me!

In the dream, MR. C came off as the type of man who won’t fuck with you if his mother doesn’t like you.

“Oh, he done bumped his head for real.”

“Fuck around and find out.”

Chile…

I can’t!

I’ve been thinking about him lately.

But, MR. C is just a fantasy and nothing more.

That kiss was AMAZING, though.

I’m smiling thinking about it.

I’ve had this dream before.

MR. C, Why are you here?