Fighting

Last night I asked what type of shaman am I. I dreamt that Ali had his finger in me and I was pushing it in. He was saying that it won’t go any further. I was allowing him to do this only because I won the lottery. He had a finger from his other hand in my mouth, which had a weird taste. Looking at his fingers after, they were dirty with black stuff underneath. I dreamt that I was taking out his bullets from his gun / rifle (doesn’t have one). I dreamt that I was at the church. … Continue reading Fighting