"I Had a Dream" I said...

... "About who?" he said. "About Korn," I said. Yea, he was really in my dream last night. He's gooood! My dream was crazy. I was in jail and this chick told me a frIEnd of hers was going to come visit me and bring me some a home cooked meal just because she was a fan of mine. Apparently I'm popular in San Bernardino. Shrug, who would have known?! You know dreams be random and sporadic and might not make much sense at times so I'm am just recounting what I recall. I remember there was a raffle or Bingo like game about to be played and the person in charge was kicking people out of the room for various reasons of eligibility.

 All of a sudden, Corey Broussard bka Korn Dogg walks by. Mind you, in my dream I know he is dead. He is wearing a white suit and looking 100 times better than the last time I saw him which was in a coffin. Now my twin brother, Marquis, pops up and we both are wearing all black tuxes. Times seems to have stop because we didn't get harrassed by the jail people or anything but its not like we were worrIEd about it, anyway. Korn sits on the back part of this bench with his feet on the sit and we stand and talk to him.

 Clear as day I can remember asking "How does it feel?", inquiring about Death. He replIEd, "not bad". I then asked about his younger brother Roman and he told me "He's not going to do anything." By then, tears were streaming down my face. I cannot be certain that I wasn't actually physically crying at the same time. I turned my head because the situation that surrounded us became apparent and when I looked back at him I did not see him anymore. I became scared. My brother never stopped looking and he told me he was still there. I asked him to reveal himself to me, and he did. My tears were nonstop. I did not give Corey a full cry these past few weeks, though he has been on my mind daily. After a while I told him to leave and never came back. I cant fully grasp what prompted me to do that, I woke up a little bit confused by it.

 I kind of see this dream as a real visitation from my frIEnd. This is not the first time I have had a conversation with a murdered peer. I spoke with Buddah in a dream and real life before he was killed and then a few weeks after. There was no salvation for him. It was truly his fate. I belIEve that was Corey who I talked to this morning but I also belIEve God was there too. In the dream we stood and sat as we spoke. Since He sat on top of the bench we literally were sitting at His feet. Deep. He comforted us in a way that did not resemble the relationship we had with Korn... it was more fatherly. When I took my focus off of Him and got distracted by the world around me I was scared and my brother had to tell me "He is still here". And He returned to me when I asked him to show Himself to me. Wow.

 I know I am gifted. I can see into people and feel the true intentions of their heart. This ability has become magnifIEd lately. I went to lunch with my Bishop one time and he called me a prophet. He said I had "the gift of metaphor". I have always been a writer and its crazy because I speak in analogIEs all day. He told me that one can get the most of the Bible and can apply more of it to their life when they get the metaphor. He was dead on point, too. I think that at the end of the dream when I asked Corey to leave, it wasn't like I was telling Him to go away.
It was like- I know You are here with me, I do not lack the faith to always have to see You. If I talk, I know you are listening. I know you dwell in a place of joy because I feel it entering me as I sit near You. Do not return, the world is not ready to see You but the first thing I will do this day is to tell them that I seen You.