In my dream the floor under the desks open into a chute and the chute goes to the secret place within, the desk waive the grounds is littered with ideas, like my body oils however I don’t want to jump into the chute, some type of spiritual claustrophobic .

In another scene I’m in the attic and I’m talking to a younger person and there’s a sky view through a glass ceiling

In another scene a pack of wolves is preparing to descend upon the church, I’m at Christ abundant life Christian ministries. I’m in the parking lot noticing that the wolves are starting to pack up, and even see one around the edge of the building. It is beginning to rain outside and I am preparing to go inside because I don’t want to deal with them. There is a taller, lighter skinned person, I don’t believe I’ve ever met this person in reality, they take a brown liquor bottle, break it and go out and begin to attack one of the wolves, which scares me and angers me because I feel as if that’s provocation. Then he goes back inside to dap me up and he still has the bottle in his hand which hurts me. So I’m telling others, and I enter into the back of the church, where the kids are located and I try to go into a closet behind the kids room, I remember it leading outside but it doesn’t, then I go off into another side door where there are extra desks and tables and see about diving into the corner to escape the wolves. Then a white woman who watches the children enters and I try to attach myself to her big boobs but she sits me in a desk instead and I start explaining the wolves and she really isn’t listening. ( more than likely because we are safe inside and the wolves are outside, while I’m scared panicking inside alone and the rest of the church is easygoing) seems like in another scene, Chris Raxton is around and his brother has gone to Miami, and he says Miami ain’t what it used to be. Inside my room there as 7/11 plug in cup in the wall that also has juice. I unplug it because it’s not mine, pour out the juice and put it in the drawer where I feel it is appropriate to go. ( I feel like I was the wolf in some ways because instead of believing, trusting or even defending the body of the organization, I went wild instead. . .)