Good morning Prophet
1. I saw a heading in red in our office record book, we usually head using a red pen, it was the new court president's handwriting, very neat and clear. Yet I couldn't read what it was at a glance.
2. I found myself in a big house and soon noticed a group of men were looking for and fighting another group. One of the group members were dressed in coperate white and black I looked for a way out. While trying to leave a lady pricked me on the chest using a pen, I think I retaliated. People gathered, blaming me for being short tempered I ignored them. I remembered I left my things behind I went back. People were writing exams, I gathered my things and left.
3. In our house a child brought us ground dry cassava or so. She got ready to go bring something similar. She looked like one of our neighbour's child and seemed to be running errands for mama.
4. There are many scenes in this dream and I don't know if they all fall in same dream.
In our house I was reading either a text from a man or my dream interpretation when I was called to attend to someone. I sold bags of satchet water in this dream. The buyer was complaining to mama about the last bag she bought, that it probably fell and scattered. Maybe mama replied that it was sold on good terms and therefore could do nothing about it. I brought out a bag for her. A woman who was speaking with mama went to carry a bag too, but it turned to be a bunch of bananas or plantains and I was surprised it was already begining to ripe. Maybe mama sold it to her. I came in and my niece was reading the phone messages I collected it from her.
A portion of our compound had holes and I moved away fearing it might sink.
...I was having a discussion with a fair young man, he seemed to had once been overseas but looked poor. He also looked like the man that once asked for my hand in marriage...I saw myself rundown a steep step, it was evening and a woman complained she was there to do small okada business before going home but that none wants to patronise her...I went for something at my bereaved sister's house and this man was with me, trying to help me. I stayed there till night and I remember I broke of one of their glass windows...this man was later trying to contact me on the phone, he complained I had the habit of not picking my calls...it turned to be an environment I know in Lagos state and I went in search of the man. I had a very big Mobile phone and searched his numbers on it but couldn't find it. A lady cautioned me for pressing a phone while on the road, I told her she could come have it. She followed me and truly wanted to have it I chased her away. I saw him among his friends, he just finished eating...I was standing outside a class, watching as a young lady taught the people how to tie gele. I had a red one and practised too. But I wasn't getting it. I later was either talking to or scolding a child when the man came and touched me slightly on my buttocks. I touched him in greetings, he was in same shorts and white top. Among others I saw ONITSHA clearly written by the side of the top...in a bus, sitting at the back, and waiting for my turn. It was not yet my turn but the driver told me to give him the fufu I was stirring. That's, to be attended to.
5. Somewhere in these dreams I was walking with a woman, she narrated of a relative of hers that had kidney problems. He required a kidney transplant but they couldn't find any. They had given up on him but he suddenly got well and was discharged. I started to tell her about the elites' plans of harvesting human organs, that a problem kidney maybe be revived and that most of the options given to patients were means to harvest their organs. We sneaked into a department and were opening some hidden electronic boxes. I warned her of the dangers of touching the devices without gloves, she easily could be found out through her finger prints because she's a staff in that organisation. We left.
Thank you and God bless you.