Dreams are story telling.
The dreams i’ve had throughout my life have always left me with questions.
My grandparents used to interpret the dreams, but one day i was told that they don’t do it anymore.
See in this moment i needed interpretation but God somehow opened my eyes to interpret my own dreams after of what it feels like years of confusion.
I had a dream i was in an open field, grass was kinda yellow & there was a black horse that i was walking on the left & behind of.
The horse moved its hip to bump me, it made me laugh because why are you hitting me but the way the horse looked at me in the dream i was like okay yeah this is showing me something important.
i remember this dream today but not in detail….continuing the horse led me to concrete solitary area & there was a rooster there.
I had a flashback almost & there was a timer watch & on this watch it had the number 888. That is all i remember.