Sunday, April 5, 2020 – 9:13 AM
In this dream I was sitting here at my computer and looked out towards the street and saw a dark gray mini van, or pickup, parked in my yard and beside it, on the ground / on my sidewalk was a black mermaid. Not black as in, it was a black lady, black as in she looked burnt. She was very thin, even her tail was thin. Her hair was in a low ponytail and there was a flower over her left ear. Her arms were waving slowly kind of back and forth and up and down, almost as if she was singing a song and her arms were flowing with the music. I couldn’t believe was I was seeing, I think I got up to have a closer look but I stayed back from the window because I didn’t want her to see me, I don’t think she did, she didn’t seem to pay any attention to me. Then I woke up.
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August 8, 2020 – 5:12AM
In this dream I had started dating my old boyfriend Warren again and we had been intimate; somehow, we were trying to get together, but it just wasn’t happening. And for some reason I think he may have been wearing a luchador mask, like the kind the Mexican wrestlers wear but I’ve never known him to wear anything like that in real life.
Then I was in this house and my brother had tied me to a chair, like a computer chair with arms and rollers on the bottom and my hands were tired to the arm of the chair.
Someone wheeled me into another room down the hall and I keep asking them and telling them to cut me lose and let me go but no one would help me. Then my mother saw me and saw that I was angry because I was tied up and there was some preacher there that I didn’t know and she told him, and everyone there, that I had a demon and that I needed to be prayed for. That, of course, made me mad but for some reason I couldn’t talk but I’m not sure if there was a gag over my mouth or not all I know is that I couldn’t talk so I just kept praying.
The next thing I know there were people in the room, a black lady was on my right and a while guy beside her sitting on this couch and I was still in that chair. There were about five or six people in that room but I’m not sure that they were all praying for me or not but that man that was the preacher knew that something was up he just didn’t know what.
So while I’m sitting there the black lady starts trying to preach to me about what’s right and what’s wrong. And I asked her, “Don’t you listen to so and so preacher?” And she said, “Oh yes I do.” Then I said, “Well they are teaching false doctrine, and this is why.” so I told her, but she didn’t want to hear it. Then I said, “Well, if you’re saying what they’re saying then you’re spreading false doctrine too.” Of course, she didn’t like that.
So, when it was all over, he was getting ready to leave and I went up to him and asked him if I could talk to him privately. He obviously said yes because I started telling him about my mother and brother but I don’t know what I said to him but I started crying and he said, “That’s what it was, that was the resistance I was feeling I just didn’t know what it was.” And I’m not sure if he started praying for me again or not, I’m not sure.
*Note* – In real life my Mother passed away on June 8, 2020.
Some stuff happed but I have no idea what, all I remember was the part right before I woke up.
I was outside sitting somewhere that I could see down and I could see a man walking along and another man was coming up behind him and there may have been a third man but I’m not sure, all I know is that I was watching them.
So, the one man tells on the other one and says, “He was following you.” Then he points in the window of what looks like a café and there was a black man sitting there watching the other one walk out. And he turns to the right and he points to the man in the window and said, “And he was watching you to.” Then I said, “And I saw it all,” and my legs were dangling down.
The street looked like it was empty and the man in the back took out what looked like a pocketknife. I don’t know what he did to the man in the street but he kinda threw it sideways and it cut me at the top of both of my feet at the top where my feet attaches to my leg. The cuts were large, maybe an inch or two and the blood was flowing out of them. So I laid my hands on my legs and started praying, “No weapon that is formed against me shall prosper,” I was praying hard (“Giving it gas,” as Mamma used to say.) and after a few minutes the cuts were beginning to close.
Then it was like he crumbled or collapsed down and I’m still sitting there praying in the spirit.
Walking on my left was a thin, pretty black woman and she had these other two ladies with her, and she was dressing in a white fur coat. So I’m sitting here praying and I had something in my hand, kinda playing with it. Like an old sticky thing we used to play with in the 70’s that we used to slap against the wall, and it would roll down the wall.
So, I’m sitting there playing with this thing and the woman walked by me on my left and looked up at me and at first, she smiled. I looked at her and said, “Hello demon,” and her eyes changed, and she started trying to attack me. I don’t know what I did to me but all of the sudden I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t pray, nothing. She went to my right and trying to get out through this gate. I still couldn’t talk but all of the sudden I started humming because it got her attention. So then I started sing, not like an opera song but fairly high, and I was praying and singing in the spirit
As I was singing she turned around and it looked like was trying to grow and get bigger but as I kept singing, loudly, she put her hands to the side of her face and it looked like she was starting to melt like the witch in the Wizard of Oz but she didn’t say anything. She just kind of melted down and I woke up.
That’s all I remember.
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Saturday, August 15, 2020 – 9:21 AM
In this dream I was living in, what looked like, a small chain of apartments. It reminded me of the apartments behind Happy Doughnuts here in town.
Anyway, the living room and the kitchen were practically the same space with the stove on the right. I had about four pots and pans on the top of the stove and I may have had a chicken in the oven. Not exactly sure about the condition of the chicken, or where it was, all I know is that there was a raw one.
There was a wall phone, with a very long cord that lead from the base of the phone to the earpiece, if I had to guess I’d say it was about 25 feet long, maybe more. Obviously, I talked on the phone a lot while I was cooking.
I was on the phone with my Mother about something I saw on TV and was asking her if she had seen it, which she hadn’t.
Then, all of a sudden, my room mate walked down the hallway and walked up to the stove. She was a thin lady with dark hair, and she looked like she was straight out of the 1950’s. She walked up to the stove, took the soup pot by both handles and thew it into the ceiling! It crashed and made a big hole with debris falling everywhere.
Then she took something else off the stove, opened the front door and threw it out and went back for something else. I was still on the phone with my Mother and when she went back to the stove for a third time, I ran over to her and started screaming and rebuking the devil.
We fought, physically, I think I was trying to wrestle the raw chicken out of her hands. She wouldn’t stop so I kept praying, loudly, and wrestling with her. Finally, I didn’t know what to do so I took the phone and started hitting her in the head with hit. After a few minutes she ran back down the hallway and into her room. I was asking my Mother, “TO COME OVER NOW!” She said daddy wouldn’t take her and that she didn’t have any money. I told her to call a cab and I would pay for it but just to come, “NOW!” Then I woke up.
*Note* – In real life my Mother passed away on June 8, 2020.
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Friday, October 9, 2020 at 8:19AM
In this dream I was in a café seated at a fairly largish table at the front of the room. If I had to guess I’d say the table was about twice the size of a regular, round café table, maybe even a little bit bigger. I was sitting facing the door and I was surrounded by mostly African American people.
As we were talking and laughing someone said something and everyone stood up in a hurry, so I stood up too. At that point I turned around to look at my Mother who was sitting in a booth on my left. She was sitting on the inside next to the wall and she was also facing the door. I gave her a look like, “What’s going on?” and she shrugged her shoulders.
When I turned around Barack Obama walked through the door, but he looked strange. He has always been a thin man but in this dream, he looked even thinner and his cloths were disheveled. He had his up in the air, about shoulder height which, in the light of day, reminds me of the way JJ Evens on “Good Times” used to say, “Dyn-O-Mite!” and the palms of his hands were facing down.
The moment he walked in almost everyone started to clap their hands and cheer. I, of course, did not and neither did the lady who was standing to my left. I don’t know if it makes a difference, but she was an African American woman, I’d guess in her forties, and she was dressed in a white skirt, white jacket and white shoes. Her hair was about shoulder length and very pretty.
He began to stumble around the room the way a drunk person might look, the whole time his hands were still up to his shoulders. As he walked by a booth to my right, he picked up the drink of an older white man and said something to him in slurred speech that I couldn’t make out then he moved on. He continued around the room and I turned back towards the door as our table began to sit down.
I asked someone if he was alright and I think they told me that he had Alzheimer’s. All I said was, “Bless his heart, I’ll say a prayer for him,” or something like that. Needless to say, it surprised some of the older black women sitting at the table because they had noticed that I didn’t clap for him when he came in. Then I woke up.
*Note* – In real life my Mother passed away on June 8, 2020.
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Tuesday, December 29, 2020 – 8AM
In this dream I was in a large building with many different rooms. My Mother was with me and we were looking for a place to sit down but all of the rooms were full. I sat down for a few minutes and my Mother went along the wall and out the door on my left. I got up to go after her then realized that I had left my purse behind so I asked the girl in the hall if she could send someone to get my purse. She looked like she had on some kind of uniform but not formal, but she did have a nametag on.
The scene changed and I was at the front of the church, I’d say the first or second row, and I was laying down. I could hear the pastor talking and saying that all of the men of the church needed to come down and pray for me and they were rubbing oil on my arms, my legs and my feet.
When I sat up, he said that they were going to pray for me and asked me if I could stand at the front. I was on the right-hand side of the church and the rows were made from chairs not pews. Anyway, I saw a grand piano to my right and asked if I could sit on the bench instead of stand and he said yes. Then he told the church that I needed prayer because I was going to have heart surgery the next day. I jumped up and flattened myself against the wall and told him that I WAS NOT having heart surgery the next day and that there was nothing wrong with me. Then he looked at my dad (my daddy that raised me) as if to ask, ‘isn’t that what you told me?” That’s when the alarm went off and I woke up.
Looking back on the dream the “pastor” looked an awful lot like Joe Biden.
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