DREAMING LIKE AN EGYPTIAN.

"It was all a dream," I mean literally. I have dreams that turn into real life. I mean not everything about the dream is real but if the feeling is real then it must mean something. I believe God speaks to us through dreams & people!!!
Lately I've been dreaming about me driving along in my car on a rainy night & me hitting one of those orange construction cones. I lose control & spin out of control. I get out crying about my car hoping everything is all right. I make my way back to my car & find it still in one piece. I am happy but still have no idea what this dream is about.
A week earlier I dreamed of a classmate (Dee) & I in a parking lot she is Black & another individual male who is White. The significance of this dream was the car. We all laugh & chat about different things and like that the dream ended.
Today everything came into its rightful place and all in order too!!!
I arrived at school today & saw Dee!!! I swear I started to tell her the dream I had of her!!! I was way to scared...Afraid she might look @ me weird because we didn't really hangout OR talk much for that matter!!!
School ended @ 9:15pm as always. I was late getting to my car & had a classmate of mine help out to my car. As we walked out Dee appeared & said with a shaky voice "I locked my keys in the trunk can u help me." My classmate and I proceeded to help her get into the trunk of her car and then it hit me like an EPIPHANY this was the dream.
The white guy in my dream turned out to be a white classmate named Kathy. I told Dee & Kathy the dream I had & we all laughed.
Eventually we got into her car as one idea lead to another. First we tried ripping her back seats out as if they held some sort of secret compartment. Second, we read the owner's manual to see if there were any loose wires we could use to pop the trunk. Then, finally we used a safety pen to pick the lock which didn't work either.
The last resort ended in her finding an old house key to place in the lock & it worked!!!
The second dream came true on my way home. I stay 45 mins away from school & take the E-way to travel back & fourth. When I'm driving most of the time I don't use my turn signal. Earlier on my way to school there was this stupid van in back of me who had his turn signal on the entire way I drove to school!!! I took it as a warning sign and used my tonight.
I was passing up a truck in the fast lane. I wanted to get in front of it to let the other cars behind me pass. I thought twice and put my turning signal on & simultaneously begin to get over. At that exact moment a motorcycle comes out of no where flying past me!!!
I just thought had I not put my turning signal on this person could have lost his/her life due to stupidity.
My dream was on point except it wasn't raining & it wasn't a cone I hit but a motorist instead!!! God speared my life through these dreams I had & visually prepared me for the outcome.

The ancient Egyptians believed that, in dreams our eyes are opened. Their word for dream, “rswt, is etymologically connected to the root meaning “to be awake”. It was written with a symbol representing an open eye.

“The Egyptians believed that the gods speak to us in dreams. As the Bible story of Joseph and Pharaoh reminds us, they paid close attention to dream messages about the possible future.”
I too believe the same thing except it is JESUS CHRIST who speaks to us. They also understood that by recalling and working with dreams, you developed the art of memory, tapping into knowledge that belonging to them way before the life they lived in the present. The Egyptians believed it was an awakening to our connection with other life experiences.

Dreaming Like An Egyptian
My dream last night was about me being on the South Side of Chicago where I grew up. I was sitting in my car talking to an old classmate Marc. I was going to his house to do his hair & he told me to be careful because 94 W was all fucked up!!! I let u know how true this dream really is...

Sucker for a dark skin brother

Got a thousand questions running through my mind… Like
Do u want me?
Do u need me?
Can u feel me?
Now this isn't an Aleshia keys “H.S love affair” More like ah Khya “ My neck my back” nasty affair
Now let me get straight to the point
I see you every Tues @ exactly 10pm wit that mic in yo hand making the crowd wave side to side like Jay and Kanye do at every award show (U knoe I love U joe).
Damn I sure love the way that you flow
Make my panties drop quickly to the floor.
I'm staring you up and down and my girls telling me to chill out but I can’t stop fantasying about you eating me out
I had a dream I spoke your name in Japanese and when I awoke your head was in-between my knees
Had me speaking in Chinese till I came obsessively,
Cause I swear every time you walk pass you make my pussy smile and giggle and you
Blush my clit to a ruby red bright tint.
6’3, dark, clean-cut, caramel colored eyes the color of the sunrise!
Cause u know I’m ah sucker for a dark skin brother
I said you know I’m ah sucker for a dark skin brother
Building me up wit anticipation acting like you’ll know
So I finally get you alone and this is how it goes:
I’m stroking you UP
I’m stroking you DWN
I’m stroking u just like ah niggah suppose to be
MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!
And so my dream slowly starts to fade into reality
No more imaginary
I’m finding you more attractive in the flesh so this I’m expecting big things to come into affect.
My eagerness for your body turns me on
As I remove your shirt on down to your boxers…
What is this I perceive? A bite-sized dick I see
Enough to make me laugh & giggle literally
As my pussy smile turns upside down into a frown
I’m forced to take all my goodies back for a refund
Why you ask for I am discontent for the false advertisement
Of a king sized dick!!!
Guess that’s what I get for being a sucker… for a dark skin brother!!!

Dating outside my race.

I am a Latina sista who has for the longest considered herself only Black (even though my family speaks more Spanish than I do.) I've recently decided to "Let the cat out the bag," and start exploring outside the fence.

This is not a "Sell out," blog because please believe I love my Black brotha's.
It's just lately I've been having complications with the Black brotha.
The one's that have stepped up to the plate are either down-low, smoke, drink, have baby-mama drama, locked up or are in prison.
I am an educated young lady with no kids, no record and is HIV free. CAN I GET A HAND CLAP PLEASE.
My mama always told me "when u get sick & tired of being sick & tired...You'll do something about it." I take heed to those words now & I have made up in my mind I'm going to give my attention to something brand new.
I know the grass will not be greener on the other side because an asshole can be of any kind. However, I am willing to step outside of my comfort zone to embrace something new.
I am going to take my time liking a guy & make sure he knows that respect is a must. I will not let anyone walk-over me & use me. These are just a few vow's I've chossen to make to myself before I set out to this new & wild adventure.
However, I've always gotten approached by different races but now I believe that "love has no color," & is ready to explore a little further.

25 years late...

My mood right now is on fire! Why because I just received an email from my biological pops that he wants to meet & check on me. I ask myself why after all these years. The man didn't even have enough balls to send it on his own. No, instead he sent one of my 'long lost' cousins to do it. So, I responded as accurately as possible I wrote back:

No, he's not my father but I heard he was a successful sperm donor to my mother & by the way he is 25 years late n back child support.
P.S
tell everyone I said hi.

Then I broke it down into a poem aka venting process:

No, you’re not my father but I heard you were a successful sperm donor to my mother & by the way your 25 years late n back child support. The audacity of you trying to contact me through an email & make a mends well “Fuck YOU...U muthafucka,” cus that’s exactly what you did…Fucked my mother & ran away like u ain’t have no kids. This is a true story because I talk like I'm Pinocchio except every time I get pissed I seem to grow a penis instead of a wooden stick. Therefore I want you to choke & swallow on every lyric that I spit. Now go suck on ah cock & be happy that I even responded to this shit, LOL!!!! ☺