A Dream of Frustration and Obstruction: Unraveling What It Means for My Journey

A Dream of Frustration and Obstruction: Unraveling What It Means for My Journey

Last night, I woke up from a dream that left me feeling annoyed and even angry. It was a dream of chaos, confusion, and false help that had me questioning what’s going on in my life right now.

In the dream, I was driving home in a white pickup truck—something unfamiliar, not my usual Armada. I was in a busy intersection when suddenly, my tire came off. The situation was chaotic, but I managed to get my body out of the road and onto the curb, trying to stay safe. I looked at my tire, completely detached from the rim. Then, something strange happened. I found myself responsible for a group of children—five or six of them, though none were mine. I don’t know if they were with me or if I just found them. Either way, they were a distraction. I needed to get them to safety, but it felt like they were slowing me down.

After ensuring their safety, I went back to retrieve my tire. That’s when a man, sitting on the grassy median, offered what seemed like help but ended up taking my tire. He said, “Come with me,” and led me to a law firm. There, they told me I had a big case, something to do with my tire being damaged, and it involved a university. But all I wanted to do was go home. As the lawyers pushed me into cluttered, small rooms, I felt claustrophobic and overwhelmed by boxes and files. My phone started to overheat, like it was bubbling up with stress, and I couldn’t even contact my husband for help. I thought, "Surely, he will use GPS to find me," but I was trapped, with no way to reach him.

The situation escalated when other people entered the scene—some disrespectful and gross, others angry and claiming things that weren’t theirs. The entire experience felt like one big distraction, full of noise and clutter, keeping me from what I truly needed: peace, clarity, and home.

Finally, in the midst of this chaos, I heard a truck approaching. I hoped it was my husband, but just as I tried to check my phone, the lawyer stopped me and offered to let me use his phone. And then, I woke up.

The emotions that lingered were heavy: frustration, anger, and confusion. The dream felt off, and it felt like someone—or something—was pretending to help me but was actually slowing me down.

The Dream's Message:

Looking deeper, I realized the dream was reflecting my waking life. The tire coming off, the chaos in the law firm, and the overwhelming clutter represented the obstacles I’m currently facing. It’s as if I’m trying to move forward, but distractions keep pulling me off course. The children, though not mine, felt like responsibilities I didn’t ask for, and yet they demanded my attention. They represent the distractions that keep me from focusing on my goals.

The man who took my tire and led me to the law firm felt like a false helper, someone pretending to offer assistance but actually just creating more confusion and delay. The overheating phone symbolized the stress of trying to stay connected and keep pushing forward, but feeling like things were falling apart.

The cluttered rooms in the dream spoke to the sense of being overwhelmed, stuck in a maze of distractions and entanglements that don’t belong to me. The claustrophobia and confusion I felt reflect the overload I sometimes experience when things feel out of control.

Finally, the false apologies and fake gestures of help made me realize that there may be people or situations in my life right now pretending to offer assistance, but in reality, they are only further complicating things.

What It All Means:

This dream feels like a warning. Someone—or multiple people—might be trying to slow me down, keeping me trapped in unnecessary chaos or drama. It’s as if I’m being distracted from my true path, constantly sidetracked by things I don’t need to focus on. The dream urges me to be cautious of who I trust and to stay clear of situations that feel off.

I am trying to move forward, whether it’s in my job search or personal life, but I need to remember to focus on what truly matters. I can’t afford to get stuck in places, jobs, or relationships that don’t serve me, and I need to be mindful of distractions that keep me from my goals. My path may not be easy, but the dream reminded me that I have the strength to keep moving, no matter how many obstacles appear.

Unwanted puppy had a happy ending - Maryanne

The puppy & Maryanne

When I decided to go get a new dog I was deeply saddened over the loss of my Ritta and the sudden loss of Martini. The depression would have overtaken me, but my God Most High helped me move forward. God who pulled me through, like always. 

We searched and searched, weekend after weekend and I saw not one dog that would fill the void left by my Ritta and Martini. I cried every time I looked at a dog, my Jack Jack was even looking a little depressed of the loss of his sisters. He was acting a little different. I was acting a little different. I prayed and kept searching. I cried every time I looked at a dog, I wanted to take them all and I didn't want them at all, my heart was broken and nothing was filling it (I cried and prayed). 

I saw this dog all curled up and I tried to play with her (no luck), so frail and scared looking. She looked frozen with fear. Then I held her, not knowing at the time the rescue probably drugged her. She looked terrified and I knew she needed to feel safe and feel loved. So we held her for hours. The shelter guy even offered us to take her just for a couple days to see if we liked her. He was telling us her story, my sadness got deeper and deeper. Listening to Maryanne's story, no wonder she was so sad.

The puppy & Maryanne

He told us she was rescued in Putnam County Florida, from a hoarding backyard breeder situation. I forgot the number (maybe 200 or 300 animals and a single wide mobile home). I can't imagine so many animals in it's a little trailer with no room to walk, always created. My heart hurt. But if that wasn't bad enough, she was adopted by an elderly couple and because she was so scared she wouldn't play (they took her back to the rescue), my heart shattered.

My husband said we could take her home for the weekend and I told him, "You know if we take her home, even if we hate her we're not returning her!" As we drove home her it seemed that the drugs started wearing off she started whining and whining and whining in terror. 

When we got home We noticed that she was scared to be in the backyard, on the concrete, in the front yard on the grass, scared of the tile and scared of the carpet. She was scared of absolutely everything. When she pees she squats really low to the ground, someone told me that's because she was created her whole life. Not sure if that's true or not. I feel like they never took this dog out of the crate based on her behavior. They just bred her and created her. 

Jack Jack LOVED her and was always cleaning and snuggling with her. Approximately a year after we got her, she finally let us give her cookies. Before that, we had to toss them on the ground in front of her and we had to walk away from her food so she would eat. She bonded with my husband and I first, because we were the ones who cared for her the most. The funny thing is she continually barked and barked at everyone else in the household, like they were strangers and she hadn't been looking at them for the past 2 and a 1/2 to 3 years.

On Halloween day 2021 we had a incident and my other dog Jack Jack, he had to be put down. And she was her normal terrified self just like on day one. We gave her so much extra love but again my heart was broke. 

My husband didn't want another middle aged or old dog because if the incident, if I had to get another dog it had to be a puppy. And of course my heart would not allow me not have another dog, Dogs seem to mend my broken heart. God led us to this cute little puppy in Georgia. 

This is where Marianne's story gets exciting, this puppy was 3 months old and was so annoying I was just beating myself up and my husband for getting a puppy, not really. I wanna say when the puppy was 6 months old Maryanne started really taking a shine to her, but the puppy didn't act like her Big Brother. It took a little bit of time, then they began bonding. Now mind you this puppy was about the same size if not a little bigger than Maryanne when we got her and now she triples the size of Maryanne. 

One day we were outside all the dogs dogs and I noticed Maryanne was playing tag with the puppy. Then I began to pay attention she played tag with the puppy and wrestling with the puppy a lot. Maryanne has been with us almost 3 years now and she has lost 3 of her packmates.  Having been been through  so much trauma. She has come a long the way, I finally got to witness her blossom and become a real dog. This puppy now 11 months old brought Maryanne her out of her shell. 

God-bless me with this amazing gift, I got to witness Maryanne become a real dog. I LOVE to watch them play every day and I just can't get enough of it. As annoying as my little puppy is now 11 months old, she was the best thing for my little Maryanne. God has blessed us in so many ways and right now that is the number one thing. 

Leave it to a little unwanted dog rescued from backyard breeders and who deserves a chance to be happy and make others happy along the way. Earlier I wrote even if I hated her we would keep her until the end, but you can't hate a dog they are full of so much love that it will over flow to those around them. They just need time and given that 2nd chance or 3rd chance they just need time need time to come out of their shells. 

Almost 3 years and she's a real dog and she stopped being barking at the other people in our house and finally she allows them to pet her (I believe that the puppy help with that too). And now she realizes as a result she gets so much more love, cuddles, pets and belly rubs. We had to give her time and the (in my opinion) puppy opened the door to become a happy and real dog for for her a little bit faster. It's amazing to watch and I'm so thankful to God for allowing me this opportunity to grant these dogs theirs 2nd and 3rd chances. 

God's work is also being kind to his creations, his animals. The moral of this story is don't just get a dog because you wanna pet, they are a life long family member that you need to be committed too. Don't just get a dog because you want to say you have a 100% pure bred whatever type of animal. That's not fair to all the ones out there that need to be rescued, who need homes and love. 

Make sure you give your rescue all the time they need to come around then trust you. Some will trust you easier than others. I had my one dog and took her almost 10 years before she even gave us a kiss. They're all different but they all need time to overcome whatever their problem was. Love and time, it's all that we can do for these animals that we choose to put in our lives. Don't just get a dog, get a friend. I realize they are also meant for protection, that's what mine are. But I still love them like my little furry babies. Like they'd protect me, I will protect them.

I have a pack of 100% pure bred rescue dogs. They have been the best  and the worst (3 bites and 2 emergency room visits),  but I will still take care of them and love them until the end of their days.

  

 

Maryanne & Jack Jack

 

  

  

Jack Jack & Maryanne

 

The Devil Inside: What a Mother Should Never Be

Thinking back to the first attack,
we didn’t know what was to be,
what was to become of me,
me, only twelve, turning thirteen.

She was possessed by the lust of a dangerous man,
with a dangerous plan—
a plan for a woman leaving her man,
a woman with three kids (almost four, left on a clinic floor).

Did the lost child belong to my dad,
or the man with the dangerous plan?
She moved us far away from our dad,
we were trapped with her, and the man with the dangerous plan.

He watched us,
he touched me—
I did not know,
I did not see.
It wasn’t only me.

He did more—can you see?
She did not believe me,
she did not believe them.
Touched and tortured,
she denied it, pretending to be a good mommy.

We all ran away from her,
left at about fourteen or fifteen,
trading one devil for another,
leaving her for the lesser of the evils in this world.

It’s confusing to me,
I don’t understand why she let these things happen,
why she let it happen to us,
why she aided in his dark, evil acts.

Through their darkness,
we stood, fighting back,
not knowing our Savior had our backs,
only able to see the dark attacks.

He helped us stand,
He helped us not fall.
Through it all, we stood up,
prepared for the next battle.

This is an internal war,
between a mother and her children,
children fighting from the start,
fighting for love, happiness, and safety
that we'd never find with her.

This long fight finally took us to God’s door,
searching for so much more.
Once we opened that door,
love and happiness flowed through us,
with a new family in tow,
and God's army waiting.

We will not lose this battle,
the battle that started at Mother’s door.
For reasons we may never know,
when God closes one door,
He opens another.
Mother's doors kept us prisoners,
prisoners in life and in our minds,
reality a false tale.

Once the Holy Spirit came calling,
Mother’s door began to fall,
with Holy Spirit whispers,
I no longer fear the dark knight.
I no longer fear the devil at her side,
I no longer fear her demon-possessed soul.

I know that God will have my back
at every single attack—
devil be gone,
with the power of my Lord and Savior,
demons leave us alone,
in the name of Jesus Christ.

Amen. Amen.

Finally at peace,
finally, we can be free.
Now free to become who we were meant to be,
who God wanted us to be.

The moment I could see clearly

The moment I was awaken

The moment my eyes

Was when Mother told me when we were sitting on the love seat by the bar at your house grandma

She told me she was going to buy your house because they didn't have one for a $120,000

I was so shocked I woke up and slowly began to see what was going on all around me the entire time

She wanted that house for less than half the market value

You may not believe me but soon you will see, Soon everyone will see that I'm not the liar

Soon you will see who the real liar is God knows I'm not the liar I know I'm not the liar I'm not to betrayer of my family