11 Jun 2024
Dream
I had a dream I was praying and just simply said, “Lord help me, please,” and instantly fell over with an intense overwhelming sensation like I took an overdose of opioids, only I wasn’t dying. I remember waking up still greatly drunkened and my hands were wet. I went into the bathroom and my hands were leaking honey. Christina was in the dream, and I felt her vibe—she was a real one. Her guidance in my life, albeit brief, made a profound impact. She told me to see a doctor to verify it was honey and oil just so I knew it was a miracle; she said that’s what she does.
Then I was with Brett, a former pastor and mentor, at church. I remember talking to a buddy of mine, David, and he wanted to come. He said last time he was there, you all were in the house. And I was like, "Haha, fun, but this time I ain’t touching your feet." Apparently, he was dropped off in a field, and John and I carried him to the house for church. Dave weighs like 260 pounds—haha, in the dream, I held his feet. We had a feast at church, and then I was at a storefront, and a heavier-set lady with black hair said that after Brett fed us, she felt compelled to give him $620 as an offering, to which I laughed and said, “Oh, he will be buying A5’s with that.”