11/27/2024

I was in a house with my mother and sisters.

We were cooking and I kept wasting oil all over the stove.

I tried to clean it up, but more oil kept spilling out while I was trying to cook ground beef.

This is weird because you don’t put oil in ground beef.

So I left the pot on the stove and went into a room which coincidentally was another kitchen.

It was a restaurant, but it was in our home.

I was messing around in there when a young man approached me and started talking to me.

He was being flirty with me.

He was nice and handsome,—VERY VERY handsome!

I turned my back to him, to do something and he came up behind me and kissed me on my neck.

He whispered something to me.

I couldn’t make out what he was saying to me.

Then everyone came out of the other kitchen holding their noses.

The ground beef had gotten burnt and I was told to stay out of the kitchen.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

I woke up wondering who the young man was in my dream.

I keep having dreams about owning a home restaurant.

I think that I’m going to own a restaurant in my hometown.

Yeah, so… I may meet this young man in my hometown.

He’s from my hometown, or he’s going to follow me there.

I took a nap and dreamed about him again.

11/28/2024

I was in the same home/restaurant.

One of my sister’s exes was there.

“Hey, _________ is here.” He called out to me, about the young man.

He said his name, and I tried to remember what he called him.

I went into a bedroom.

And the young man was sitting on the bed.

I sat down on the bed, and we talked.

He kept pulling me close to him.

I finally laid down under the covers with him.

He moved over and G’ No Money was in the bed.

I didn’t even see him when I went into the room.

It’s like I had tunnel vision.

I could only see him, the young man.

Nothing and no one else mattered.

G’ No Money was lying on the top of the covers, sleeping.

And when the young man moved over to let me get under the covers with him, G’ No Money got pushed to the edge of the bed.

“Hey!” He yelled out.

And then he looked at me.

The young man was lowly telling him about how he was trying to “get with me” or whatever.

G’ No Money’s eyes narrowed and they darted between me and the young man a few times.

“I’m not her uncle!” He stated.

LMAO…

“If I’m her uncle, then she’s a sword-wielding Mbukou motherfucker!”

I think that translates to “Sword-wielding African motherfucker.”

Yeah, in the dream, my mouth dropped open, like “WTF"?”

END DREAM

MESSAGE

LOL…

Me and G’ No Money are the same age.

So IDK how he looks like he could be my uncle.

I told you to “take yo ass to sleep!”

And G’ No MOney knows this young man.

CHILE…

“My friends like you” keeps coming up in my tarot readings.

And he’s going to try to stop that too.

“I don’t want you, but I don’t want anyone else to have you.”

Well, IDK who you are young man, but… “Don’t be scared!”

And I’ll conclude this message with—How did he make me feel?

G No Money didn’t make me feel any type of way.

I was shocked to see him in the dream.

Now, the young man… he made me feel “comfortable, happy, loved, and excited.”

CHILE….

The spirits ain’t playing!

“Bring ‘em out, Bring ‘em out!”