Foggy Waters

I heard my voice sing it was the first time hearing myself sing. It sounded amazingly beautiful in so much power. It was so professional and developed really strong and I was singing to the song wicked game by daisy gray, but this time my voice sounded like it was catching up to her level. Like I can sing this by myself for a cover too or to another song. I could sing. Maybe I can sing my own writings.

The ocean was grey, but everything was yellow-tinted and beautiful like a sunset going down just in that color.

In my dream a crow sighting soars in a circle gently and the sky is light yellow colored still.

Then I can see im in the ocean water

and the waves are moving around wild and rocky. There is a brown woman in front of me

coming out of quicksand and I watch her while both in this ocean.

Then I see there’s mermaids swimming all around me under neath and I am one of them and I swim to shore.

I sit on the sand with two girls and they’re both in black bathing suits, maybe twins they’re features are very similar and I am looking around the sand. I digged through the sand and I pick up a conch shell, was pink and green there so many beautiful seashells all around the sands. I knew the name of it because in the sands there was a paper that looked like a fortune cookies paper that had the word conch shell. Me and the other girls both looked at it. I listen to it, but nothing is to be heard

So I pass it to the girls im sitting next to all of a sudden, I look back at the beach and no one was there and the waters were not moving. I wake up and check my candle to find it off and put a new candle on. I then go back to sleep, and I see we are in some place and a girl decides to leave and the exit door beeped, and they went after her. Then I leave out the same door and find myself running from something down the high school steps.. To only find myself being fucked by some man and we were just going at it on the stairs. I told him just keep going who care who’s looking. I was riding him so hard and this time I did not care about my appearance and let the dark shade make me feel beautiful enough with my eyes close to actually enjoy myself. After all the community has done to me by not giving me doctors, jobs, raping me, stripping me off my identity and personality out of envy or anything to be pretty and fresh but instead I got caught up in an ocean and washed back up to the sand as someone I did not like anymore. I rather pretty much just stay in the ocean and let the water take my soul. I was being dragged up and down the blocks by gang members, and my lover was being sex trafficked.

I wake up to look up the meaning of the symbolism that stood out to me in my dream.

I haven’t figured it out, but it is a message from my prayers. The next day I pray all day until it is nighttime to dream again. Then a vision comes to me of a crows skull. I see a man on a boat so black and then I hear a song that brings meaning. That I need a doctor and that im too young to die. I was controlling the water with a wand and then I look to my right to see a dark black figure coming to me from another setting too dark to identify.