I was in an interview with MR. C.

But I wasn’t the one being interviewed.

That lady Doctor was there also, but she wasn’t the one being interviewed either.

I didn’t have on any shoes, so the lady doctor loaned me a pair.

It was a pair of Manolo Blahniks.

I know this. because we were comparing our shoes.

Mr. C siad that he liked hers better.

Duiring the interview, Mr. C was making a point twice.

And he kept moving his hand down my leg.

When his hand reached my knees and he started inching my dress up, I moved his hand away and pushed my dress back down.

MR. C concluded the interview, and thanked me for coming.

He hugged me, and when I stood up to leave., the shoes were instant;y gone.

I left and went to a university.

In my head, I was going home.

Ths tall black guy followed me from Mr. C’s interview to the university.

The university was across a busy highway and I was trying to clip my wallet to my dress as I walked over to it.

The guy took the clip and clipped it to his pants while I was holding the wallet.

He had a flirty expression that I found alluring.

He was EXTREMELY handsome!

We made it to the university and got on the elevator.

I wasn’t going home, I was delivering an order.

I pushed a floor button and asked the other occupant, (a caucasian lady) “Which floor?”

She didn’t respond.

So after a few seconds, I just pushed a random number.

She got mad and blocked the door from closing.

We argued back and forth.

The arguement ended with me pushing her out of the elevator.

The door closed and we went to our floor.

We were caught in a loop of going from the highway, to the elevator, to the floor number that I pressed—3 times

I never delivered the order, we were just stuck in that loop.

On the last loop, there was an older caucasian woman with us.

The black man was WITH the caucasian woman.

He kept eyeballing me.—BITCH!

They got off of the elevator a floor down from mine.

And they were sitting in the lobby together.

I was looking over the balcony at them.

“No one is going to touch her!” He said loudly.

I stuck both middle fingers up at them.

She looked at me and said something to him.

He looked up at me, and I put the middle fingers up higher at them.

END DREAM

RECURRING DREAM

MR. C—Like, what the fuck?

The black man—IDk who the hell that was

But in the dream, I got the messge that he was dating me or trying to.

But he got caught and had to play it off like he wasn’t fucking with me.

That tarot message keeps coming up.

“Y’all are going to get caught!”

AND

“Stand up for yourself!”

I know that me and the Aries are going to get caught.

But this is another sitution where “We’re going to get caught.”

Yeah, I’m going to be known as a homewrecker.

I’m putting myself in two of the situatons.

But this other situation is going to be a shocker, unless I find out who the fucker is.

CHILE…

*EDIT—10/28/2024

This is the motherfucker that will be living off of me.

He clipped my wallet to himself.

He was charming, and good looking.

Chile…

He better be “Knocking it down in the bedroom!”

Or his ass got to go!

Chile…

Lol…

“This shit is crazy!”