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I was typing things up on my computer and King’s Way (our church) was about to start. I went to meet with Nick (my husband) where he was sitting. He had bought 2 tickets to the Bama-FSU game and another ticket to an unknown game that I could keep as a souvenir. It had a player with a blue and black mask over his face. I had heard the words “Charles Schwab” about our investments, and wanted to talk to him about it. Rick Bruce (someone from our church) was there. We got in a car in the pouring rain with him. In front of us we saw Pastor Jason in a crimson sweatshirt like he was getting ready watching a Bama game. He was wearing black pants that had slits up the front and back going all the way up above his knees. It was pouring down rain outside and he was dancing in it with bare feet. Dancing all over the place like he was celebrating.
We sat at a table with Rick and Nick told me to tell him about my dream with the Trump word- the poem (refering to a literal dream I had recently). He asked me if I had a lot of dreams and I told him I did. I explained the dream to him and he was so excited. I told Nick about the Charles Schwab dream and he asked me to find it. I tried searching for it- it was like I was in a computer trying to figure out when I was given that word. I saw 3’s, so I was thinking March. Rick was still with us when Logan Brewer (unhealthy person from our past) came in. He asked Nick if he was working nowadays. Nick said of course he was. Rick defended Nick. Logan had a knife and was trying to talk down to me. I tried grabbing it with my feet to keep him from hurting me. The alarm woke me up out of the dream.
