2:10PM EST
Monday September 13th, 2021
Dear Paulie,
I had the weirdest dream after writing the "Yuh!" chapter. Princess Diana is one of my main political influences. I look for her qualities in a woman I would date. Needless to say, I'm not currently dating anyone.
Her funeral was September 6th, 1997. I wrote the chapter in question on September 7th, 2021. That night I had the dream. Here is the dream in short.
I was in a building and her body lay in an open coffin. It wasn't a coffin, but it was a coffin. Her body was laying on top of something. She was outside and alive. It was night time. In case she came inside of the building, I wanted to leave a sign for her. I left three acupuncture needles in her leg, as a marker for her to notice.
I went outside to meet her. She was with her bodyguard, talking. I started talking to her. I felt conflicted, not knowing whether or not to admit to her what I already knew: tonight was her last night alive on Earth.
I decided to open up to her. I hugged her as I told her They were going to kill her tonight and her brakes on the car didn't work.
Maybe she told me it was going to be okay. The next thing you know, in common dream fashion, I was in the back seat of her car. Needless to say, I was completely terrified.
I remember thinking to myself, "holy crap, I am in for it now". Dodi was not in the car. I woke up before anything historic happened.
The last few days, since then, I saved a 12 year old kid's life on Saturday. I saved his Saturday night at least. He almost runied my night at least. Story after story but that's why you are even here though right?
I asked Coco, my brothers girlfriend, what kind of beer she wanted from the store. I go to the gas station on Satellile Blvd. I get beer for myself. I get tobacco. I took longer attempting to get flavors Coco would like.
This delay saved the kid's night. I get to the stop light. The signal is about to change. I stay there to wait. 3 seconds left on the last signal. This kid with a backpack on comes waltzing towards the road.
His mother or Aunt is 5 feet behind him. She'll never get to him in time. There is a car right behind him, with the turning signal on. The car is already in the process of turning.
I hold my hand up for him to see. He doesn't register the motion. In my head I'm freaking out. I am screaming in my head but I can't utter a word. I figure he won't comprehend it in time. "Watch out there is a car right behind you dummy." I didn't want to risk it.
I move closer to him and put my hand out to grab him and pull him. I have lit tobacco in one hand and a bag of beer in the right hand. He sees me approach closer and he freaks out.
He backs up and I point to the car right behind him, he could have touched the car if he wanted. That car almost touched you. I gave him a mean look for how he treated me then I looked at one of the cars in traffic, stopped at the signal, who saw it all.
I press the signal and wait for mine. By this time the kid has ran back to his sister or who ever she was. Who ever she was, she almost lost you boy and my family almost lost me bc I would have saved you.
I was able to save him by option two. Option three was me jumping in front of the car. Great! Option two was successful. By this time I concluded the kid was bad luck and I should make my escape without a word.
I did. I didn't say anything. He made me mad bc he was thinking stranger danger. Actually this stranger almost watched you get yourself killed boy and intervened to save you. Stranger game changer actually. I saw a stranger in danger. The Universe threw me the ball. Last shot of the game.
Clutch! The stranger who almost put himself in danger bc you put yourself in danger. I couldn't even utter a word. I was under a spell of action.
I just responded accordingly to the circumstance. Needless to say, the entire affair or ordeal has had me shook the last few days. I cried all night.
All I could think about was even though my family looks down on my accomplishments as if I were the failure, I didn't fail to save some strangers little boy.
They would have seriously missed that boy. Would my family have seriously missed me? I wouldn't bet on it but I won't have to. You'll see it for yourself.
That situations going to happen at most, two more times in my life. They are testing me. They were preparing me for the real deal.
On October 23rd, 2012, Vanessa Honey Malone was murdered at 18 years old. 5 days later I found out about it. I went into my closet. Leafstone apartments. Brown's Bridge Road, Covington GA. I cried all night.
I had a voice come to me. "One day you're going to die saving a strange kids life." "Ok." All I said in response. I've been waiting on that day ever since. I was 22. 3 months before my 32nd Birthday hey look what's happening.
Prophetic dreams of dying with Princess Diana and then I actually almost die saving a kids night. On September 11th, 2021 i almost died a hero. I have no clue what the damage would have been but there would have been damage done.
I have a lot to live for but hey, so does that kid. He still wears a backpack. He almost killed a rich nigga. Very interesting. Richie Rich almost died for you boy. I didn't want a thank you, I wanted to call him a jerk. Ha!
All of my dreams would have been gone. Yesterday was the day I almost didn't wake up. Saturday was the night I almost didn't go to sleep. Life is starting to spin really fast for me after that dream. Welcome to the spin fast.
I guess my Destiny is now on fire officially and I'm excited. I snapped into action so quickly bc I was just telling Jalen about the Honey Malone story that same day.
Tre bizarre. Very odd. I am grateful to GOD we are both ok. I would've thrown everything I had going for me away for a brat I didn't even know.
That's what scared me into tears all night. That's why Voldemort never scared me. I'm here for a reason. The Universe isn't going to just get rid of me for no reason. Someone else's life would have to be on the line and in danger.
I have agreements to honor. Many promises made to GOD, still unfulfilled. The blessings are mounting up.
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