Get Out
I asked, “When do I need to leave California?” I dreamt that the family moved into a bigger home, renting it from an older lady. Dad (?) got the impression that there was still food of hers there. She came by one day so I told her this. She looked confused. I asked her where her room is and she pointed to an area where there was a horizontal locked dirty white door to the left of where we were. I asked her about looking for the food and she said that she was scared to for feeding her cats. … Continue reading Get Out