What are you doing in my fucking dreams? I’ve closed out this chapter of my life. I’m over the delusions and lies. It’s crazy. Now you’re talking to me in my dreams. When I was all up in your energy, the dreams were of you doing things. It was like I was watching a recording or something. These were messages.

The latest dream was of you sitting at a desk, and you were just looking at me. You were appraising me, and then it was as if you had mentally made a decision. I asked, “Why are you staring at me like that?” And you replied, “Because I’m serious.” Then you asked someone to bring you a financial file, and I woke up.

“What’s wrong with your finances?”

You catch on quickly, don’t you? And it helps that you have assistance from someone “spiritual” like myself.

The debt that you owe me is colossal. And that motherfucker will remain open. There is no forgiveness.

“It will be paid, when I say that it’s paid.”

Listen carefully, you don’t want me, and I don’t want you. So why are you in my energy?—Leave me alone.