I was at a large white plantation home.

It wasn’t my home.

We were visiting—My fiance and I

*Don’t ask me how I knew that we were engaged

Coincidentally, he was a Caucasian man.

All it took was just a look, and he immediately got up to leave.

We were dressed in clothing from the 1900s.

He wrapped a shawl around my shoulders, and we said our goodbyes.

We lived next door.

For some reason, I was walking him home.

And in my mind, I was going back to the plantation home that we left.

I expected him to kiss me, or hug me.

But he didn’t.

So, I left.

He followed me out the door and called me back into the home.

My fiance pulled me close and he kissed me.

It was nice and sweet.

When I attempted to deepen the kiss, he pulled away from me.

And I smirked knowingly.

He’s a gentleman who didn’t want to go too far.

“Lock the door,” I told him, as I left.

JUMPED SCENES

I was in modern times, but I still wore my dated clothing.

And the others in the dream also had on the same clothing from the 1900s.

I looked down the road and there was a Hardees lit up as it was getting dark.

I and two other Caucasian women were in a downtown area.

Vendors were outside selling things.

We walked, and we were figuring out which way to go together.

We didn’t know where we were at.

But we ended up in a bad part, as we got robbed at knife and gunpoint.

As we were getting robbed, an older Caucasian male appeared with a disheveled out of sorts anorexic female.

He had to help her stand up.

She looked like she had been pimped out without consent.

That’s what came to my mind.

“Let us pass!” The older man yelled as he pointed the gun at the men robbing us.

The male with the gun pointed it at the caucasian man and gunfire erupted.

The black man robbing us got hit and the other one ran off.

It was a relief that we had been saved from a far worse fate.

But the problem was, that the robber ran down the stairs, which was the exit point.

We sure as hell weren’t going to go back the way that the older man had come with the drugged-out female that he was holding up.

So, as we cautiously made our way downstairs, I ran ahead.

This is a recurring dream, so I knew what to expect.

His black ass was waiting down the stairs, with a gun, and holding a female hostage in front of him.

I ran back up the stairs to warn the others.

But the older white male still proceeded down the stairs.

Needless to say, he got shot.

And we scattered like roaches.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

Being robbed means feeling undervalued, belittled, disrespected, or powerless.

Outdated clothing means outdated thinking, behaviors, or nostalgia.

I love period clothing!

So I was happy and confident wearing it.

I was agitated about being robbed but I wasn’t scared.

But it seems like someone is going to come save the DAY and rescue me.

A stranger, he’s trying to save someone else and he’s going to end up saving me and some other women.

I’m not too sure about this dream.

But it is recurring, so it is a message.