Heavens Angel Visiting

This dream took place today on April 10, 2022. I woke up at 2:19am and quickly wrote down this dream so I wouldn’t forget it.

I was dreaming that I was involved in something that happened between a young boy and me. He couldn’t have been any older than 12 years old. But the thing is I don’t remember what happened. I may have pushed him out of my way so that I could escape the bad man who wanted to hurt or kill me. I did escape but the bad man sent someone after me while the other man followed me home.

I remember before that an unknown man came over to the door at an old address, I used to live at on Barton Street East and the man put gasoline onto the floor in the house at the front door. And he lit a cigarette but I stopped him from killing us. He was sent to kill me not my family. And from blowing up the house. I went outside and it was becoming dark outside. And I was randomly taking out phone numbers and mail out of the white mailbox. And Mom wanted to do and she wanted me to grab the license plate number from the truck that the man drove in. I think there were three people including me in the house. Mom, an unknown teenage girl and me. Plus, my family's cats Rambo and Tiny. We have six cats but I only saw two of them in the house at the time. And we were looking for the cat carriers. I didn’t want to leave our cats behind.

Next part of the dream: I actually don’t remember much of it but what I do remember is I was talking to Sir. Boris Brott. He was really nice, patient and kind to me. However, I was talking to him about which pictures to take off of the walls to take with me since Mom and I had to leave this place. I don’t remember where we were but the weird part is I think it was home. Not sure whose home it was but I think it was Mom and my home.

And he was talking about a picture that had the Boris Brott Music Festival lineup on it for 2022. But I'm not sure if it was for 2022. It had the names of the events and black check marks on white boxes on the picture. And he recommended that I take that picture and another one that was on the floor that had a horse, a dog or a cat on it. There were lots of different pictures hanging on the walls like it was an art gallery setting. And he was not a ghost in this dream. But he knew he had passed away or knew he was going too. He was wearing his signature white dress suit he always wore in real life.

Even though he came to visit me in my dream my heart still hurts. He must have known I am hurting. He didn’t know me but I knew him through music. It saddens me that he is gone. I wish I had gotten to meet Sir. Boris Brott. Mistakes are often forgotten but regrets live on in the mind forever. May you rest in internal peace. Thank you for visiting. I didn’t think it could hurt this much but it does. It’s not fair. Why you? Why did you have to go? We miss you Always!