I was in a house with two of my sisters in Atlanta, GA.

I was rooming with this black guy.

He had my cats, meaning that I had just moved in, but my cats had been living with him for some time before I came.

I asked him what he had been feeding them because he had left a bowl with pork chop, bread, and something else out for them.

“You didn’t give them chocolate, did you?”

Chocolate is toxic to cats.

“No.” He replied.

I looked around the room, and there was a bed and another smaller one.

“I’m sleeping there, right?” I asked, pointing to the smaller bed.

“Yeah.”

I was trying to figure out in my head who he was to me.

We weren’t in a relationship.

He had helped me get a job doing masonry or carpentry work.

I was working on the roof of a church with this older lady.

I don’t know anything about carpentry, masonry, or construction work.

So, I don’t know why I was even out there.

Long story short, I got fired.

Mainly because I was talking shit to the owner’s child.

He kept taking down the work that we had done and tossing it on the ground from the roof.

My breaking limit was when he tossed the two boxes of tiles onto the ground.

Everyone kept excusing him because of who he was to the owner.

Yeah, okay.

People find out real quick that “status or money doesn’t mean nothing to me.”

I talk to the CEO the same way that I talk to the janitor.

My manager’s supervisor found that out the hard way.

He was so mad at me.—Lol

Your title doesn’t mean shit to me.

Who are you as a person?

Are you kind?

How do you treat people?

—Let me stop before I get to preaching!

Back to the dream.

I went home to the room with the guy, and he was trying to find me another job.

“I already got a job. Where’s your internet?”

I was trying to log on to my current job in real life.

Then I woke up.

Being that this is a recurring dream from my past, this is a message.

Omg…

I really don’t know what to make of this.

I had wanted to move to Georgia last year.

But I changed my mind after visiting.

Too expensive, for no reason.

I don’t know who that guy was, but he was nice to me.

He didn’t try to push up on me or anything.

I don’t know…

I’ll try to figure it out later.