In my dream I was at a national convention and I kept moving my seat because I wasn’t truly supposed to be there but I was searching through there for a lock and key for a bull which was upstairs. The convention was in the basement. On the main level the owner of the home had a bull outside that was needing to be tamed and while I was sleeping upstairs there were other people who were doing a bad job of calming it down, so I got up and started looking for the lock to lock that bull. I also went outside and while at the convention I picked up a client who was a woman who’s Faith, I’ve seen at Georgia REIA before. In one instance she is following me while I’m discerning that the house she is staying in at the moment, the aaa one that I am is too big for her. I kiss her on the lips. And keep looking for the key. Down stairs I’m in a family room and there’s an old picture of a woman wearing a red mask and she’s talking about heritage. Also in the convention a white man stands up and attempts to take over, he’s wearing green and he also pulls his pants down and starts peeing on the table on which he is standing, everybody at the convention, mostly black colored people are incredulous and I walk right down the middle, take his knife stand behind him while he is talking, and drive the knife into his head. Defeating and diffusing the situation. There was elder Jackson from the church I went to while younger , she looked younger than I even remember her and she was admonishing me for that and to do more things. Which my plan was not to do anything of those things I still had not found the lock for the bull upstairs which the man was saying he could communicate with yet it was mad.